AN OLD WOODEN BOAT
an old wooden boat,
the long sail through erotic journey
tattered and torn,
lip red paint peeling on planked carcass,
bleaches on a sandbar-
the silent tributary
of it's river bed
dried and cracked.
smudges of mascara
over scented seasons
woman the shell of a dress
she wore
with full breasts
and firm behind.
i remember-
don't take
the corn coloured sun for granted,
or ignore
her constellation and unmentioned course,
unless, you want to pace the deck,
invisible to love
counting silent stars
talking to the unknown.
Copyright Strider Marcus Jones 2012. From his book Pomegranate Flesh. All Rights Reserved.
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40 Poems From POMEGRANATE FLESH by Strider Marcus Jones
PoetryThis collection of poetry features 40 of the 75 poems from my latest book Pomegranate Flesh. You are most welcome to vote and comment and follow me. The poems in this collection show Strider's gift of being able to weave words into creative and surp...
