Your Poetry Dot Com - Sailor's Song

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the setting sun in her hair and eye
on he horizon
the edge of the cob
crumbling,

*

I didn't know I was looking back until I looked ahead
neck craned, rigid.
The steps were timid and fast and hard and
stop
the fear kicking in the hand

on the door knob
my carriage waiting reluctantly
I step in, packing the horizon
in my suitcase.

"Where to?" the driver asks.
"Ahead" I say fumbling
through my passport many have chatted

on the plush cream-white
lining, many had stretched
to fall on the road and I,
hands folded on
the setting sun on the window pane
adjust my corselette back

to its place the ports pass by with a nod
I urge the driver on afraid
he will leave when the door knob
bulges as the cobs have
crumbled
under the tumult of your
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Sailor's Song
Date: Tuesday, 1st July 2008 @ 05:48:48 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: ediii

Hands folded in
the setting sun in her hair and eye
on he horizon
the edge of the cob
crumbling,

*

I didn't know I was looking back until I looked ahead
neck craned, rigid.
The steps were timid and fast and hard and
stop
the fear kicking in the hand

on the door knob
my carriage waiting reluctantly
I step in, packing the horizon
in my suitcase.

"Where to?" the driver asks.
"Ahead" I say fumbling
through my passport many have chatted

on the plush cream-white
lining, many had stretched
to fall on the road and I,
hands folded on
the setting sun on the window pane
adjust my corselette back

to its place the ports pass by with a nod
I urge the driver on afraid
he will leave when the door knob
bulges as the cobs have
crumbled
under the tumult of your
leaving siren.

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