Poems

The Lone Ship

The
moon rose
high, a white
pearl against the
black sky studded with
diamond stars. A ship sailed
on the dark waters, swaying,
dancing as the wind blew against
the pale sails. When the tide rose higher
the captain tried to hold on to the helm.
He fought the forces, risking his own life
to save the others, so blissfully
unaware of the rolling mist.
The fog swirled around, a sheet
of white draping itself
across the vast space,
to envelop
the lone ship
in its
arms.

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Note: The poem is written in Double Etheree style. It has 20 lines, with increasing and decreasing syllable count in each line. The syllables go from 1-10 and then 10-1.