Stand

To weather her gales
Forsee the maelstrom
Lend ear to swirls
Of silent claxon
Gaze upon the mundane
Reckon
Taste the words she speaks
Do not devour
Regard every scent she exudes
in her movements
Do not guard her from danger
Stand sentry to her heart and dreams

Reviews

[wordman]

a true seaman talking to his lady

[Nipplegrinder]

Actually, Ron. This one is about a broad.

[wordman]

close enough

[Mohit Gautam]

Mariner observing sea to find the way and it reflects to real life. I hope I got the correct meaning . 😅

[Mohit Gautam]

I can see the reference of girl as sea.

[barleygirl]

Not very many times do I have to google a few different words in a piece! Your vocabulary is impressive & well-turned. I love the way this poem could apply to a woman, a ship, or the sea . . . & probably lots more! But the flavor of mariner life seems most prominent here, which reads nicely! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Wow, what an articulately fashioned work. Your expressions are impeccable! I wish I could write this eloquently!

[Nipplegrinder]

Thank you, Alexa. You do,indeed write so eloquently. Don't sell yourself short, my friend.

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Oh well I am flattered. Thank you kindly!! Enjoy reading your pieces.. pieces of you.

[Davidgeo]

You have an impressive flow mrs/ms/mr grinder of n****e.

[Nipplegrinder]

Hahaha. Thank you, whomever you are.

[Davidgeo]

Me ma tells me that I'm the president of black people.