Star Tossed
A Poem; Selection I, Of The Curation
Star-tossed men in search of misty harbors
Sail the seas in bodies of sorrow that never rest
They move and breathe as white-capped waves
With wind and moon upon their minds
They ride one wave behind the bow that plows
Their daring souls through ragged waters
Holding death’s hands
In sea-lined tombs below
A samba moon dances the heaven's floor
Boa robed in bravado clouds
Singing to tide as sea wind sways
At beck and call to moon rock touch
Star tossed men into the void of night
Devoid of light where neither port
Starboard, mainsail, top sail
Mast or rudder matter
Strapped to masts as savage seas
Curse their quest for harbors rest
Their hope through salty eyelids strain
Trying to capture lighthouse rays
No quarter is given in the black of night
Only sleep, no man-made light
Seas pound nails in coffin lids
Star tossed they die at heaven's bid.
The Curation; Write For Our Publication:
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Another Piece by Gary Orphey — White Bone Deep; A Poem:
A Piece By Philip Writes from the Curation:
May the day beam Solarity upon You — dear Reader.
