Shelly's Poetry: My Sailor (a lament in Villanelle form)

Monday, September 14, 2009

My Sailor (a lament in Villanelle form)

At first light, my love departs, I shall forever pine. How I desire for him to love me more than forlorn lady sea-- such sway! I shall keep thee near to me til the sun doth shine. I know of her raging beauty, her lips a salty brine. She never lets her lover go. Why can’t she see my agony-- my weigh?... Sign in to see full entry.

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Shelly's Poetry is a collection of seven poetry books. I plan to share exerpts from each book. Look for poems from The Dragon Trilogy, Under A Tree, Betwixt Crimson & Violet, A Quaker's Celebration Of Faith, Precious Gemstones, A Pilgrimage To Golgatha, Quill & Ink. My poems are entertaining, thought provoking, spiritual and downright fun to read!ENJOY!

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