Score for the Recreation of Fisherman at Sea
Cover their faces with solemn shadows
That mirror those stones’ worn distant medley.
Carefully -- dash colour onto their clothes,
Cast their boat into the water -- gently...
The skies: gather the clouds from depths below
And sit the fishermen in close ensconce.
Fear not the waves as they tumble and grow:
The serf was free until the renaissance.
Now give them predecessors on those seas,
So over waves, they gain a hopeful sight.
Do not awake the sun, leave her at ease,
Divide the clouds, make way for the moonlight.
The sea reflects now graceful light above,
And notice how each gull becomes a dove.
Sam is a teacher and student in Melbourne, Australia. He enjoys polishing his boots to gain the esteem of the local shoe repairer, Felix. His father created music, and his mother appreciated silence - Sam already has grey hair.
4/22/2021 09:43:49 pm
Nice poem, great guy.
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