The sea's most dangerous when it looks smooth--
when oily slicks ride every rolling swell
and ripple foamless past each rocky tooth.
The old tars shake their heads and warn the youths
"Don't take that boat out-- wait another spell,
the sea's most dangerous when it looks smooth."
Down at the dockside bar, in crowded booths
they smoke their cigarettes and let the smell
go rippling foamless past. Each broken tooth
in every sun-creased face repeats this truth:
some day the sea will drag you down to Hell
and it's most dangerous when it looks smooth.
The young men hide their fears with loud, uncouth
carouse and brawl, and launch their fragile shells
on rippling foamless waves. Each rocky tooth
in shallow-water grins betrays no ruth
for men who live by catching fish to sell.
The sea's most dangerous when it looks smooth
and ripples foamless past each rocky tooth.
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Sunday, October 19, 2008
Smooth Sailing
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poetry,
villanelle
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Definitely not smooth sailing for those who make a living off catching fish. You captured a fine sea tale hear. Keep up the good work. Have a nice day.
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