Sea Quest I
and i, wander
to where towering spires
rake the soft underbelly
of the dawning evening sky,
scratching softly as they
rock gently on black, night tides
tickling, as if to coax
a wondrous midnight sail.
from When Seas Cap White
(c) 2003 by c a gallgher
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| “Tiger” | 2 | 12/10/2009 |
| ... And | 2 | 11/17/2009 |
| Yes, You Are | 4 | 11/17/2009 |
| My Craft | 4 | 09/14/2009 |
| Brilliant Presence | 1 | 09/06/2009 |
| Lucky One He | 1 | 09/04/2009 |
| Thoughts | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Sea Quest III | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Sea Quest II | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Sea Quest I | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Slippery, Silent Echo | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Each Time | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Two Loves | 1 | 09/04/2009 |
| Ashley | 1 | 09/14/2009 |
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