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Astride the gale  

Sailor376 70M
530 posts
1/11/2007 9:45 pm

Last Read:
8/25/2008 8:16 pm

Astride the gale

Ease the sheets in the big puffs, let her round up
a bit, even luff, the scream of the gale in the leech
Sailin', standin', hard on her ear.
Barefoot for grip on the deck heeled alee

Bow burrowed through cold seas
Then up through the smoking crest
Spillin green, black water and froth
To port and to larboard abreast

And burst out and up through to black boiled clouds
Grasp hard your ship, pull yourself back to
As the bow plunges down, the stern deck heaves to the sky
To slam down in the trough wild and begin the next climb anew

Stand to and let legs take the next pound, the next shock
Head thrown aback and madness deep laughter too
Torn away and carried voiceless on the roar,
Ripped from throat and unheard by all, even you

Laughter and breath sucked from your breast
The exult on the beast of the tempest
No riders this trip. Stand to the deck
Like standin the back of the gale itself.

Wet, to runnin between your two cheeks
Waves standing tall in the shoaling reach
Harbor on the lee bow and safety I seek
Crashing tumult approaching the beach

Boarding hard, head pressed up
To breathe, to bite mouthfulls
of air 'twixt the seas,
Air tack hard on the back of the gale.

Seas breakin', tumbling, crashing astern
As through the breakwall I pass
Home from the deeps and anchored in lees
Scoped out long with my bow to the seas

Its here I shall wait
Its here I shall make
Its here I shall mend
Its here I shall rest and salve

Tend to the stores and tend to the sore
Healing and let the storms pass
For soon with some luck,I'll hove to stays short
And in sun and a breeze I'll set out once more
Upon the blue and the lustrous, the deep.

My nigh grown and nigh is my time
By myself I wish no longer to sleep
To shake and to cast my life, like the die
Upon the blue and the lustrous, the deep.

Dean


qosmann 73M

1/11/2007 10:17 pm

I got that same pic on my computer. I think it came with the OS.

Nice bit of writing, BTW


Sailor376 replies on 1/11/2007 10:34 pm:
Hahahahaha
I'm not even sure how I did it. I was looking to see what was available and what ever I did, that was what I got. The stock shot. I can dance and sing, but the computer is still winning our contest.
LMAO

Dean

qosmann 73M

1/12/2007 8:45 am

ha ha - the meachines really HAVE taken over. we are all being recast in their image

and sincerely - that was a good piece of writing


ShyWhisper2006 60F
15173 posts
1/12/2007 11:22 pm

*smiles*...one can almost feel the spray and hear the roar of such a tempest...thank you *hugs*


Sailor376 replies on 1/13/2007 2:41 pm:
Hello Shy,

It is very good of you to say so. Thank you. (Did you get wet? (*Smack* Shame on you ,Dean!) Lol

Dean

HOTshygirl2000 65F

1/15/2007 5:22 pm

That floated my boat Dean.

Well done.


Sailor376 replies on 1/15/2007 7:31 pm:
Thanks. Your comment without its usual flower, feels like high praise. Thank you. I am glad you liked it.

Dean

Sailor376 70M
2284 posts
1/15/2007 8:04 pm

I should like to comment on this one myself. I hope that is okay.

I have been torn between polishing and not polishing this piece. I can see or feel a hundred defects that I would like to spend time and change. This learning process is sometimes challenging and humbling. Sometimes? Heck, all the time!

One of the things that I like, and why I posted it now, is some of the rawness, lack of rhyme, choppy rhythms,,, just felt right. These really messy, fun, scary sails are anything but smooth. So I may at sometime rework this with skills I am still learning, with better, smoother effects/tools,,, but I am not sure that tech improvements will better the piece.

It was difficult and fun to try and allow messy to be told messy.

And I need to confess, the last stanza does not belong here. It was a cop out. The last stanza is too fresh right now, painful. I lack perspective right now.

Dean


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