They glide along with effortless ease,
Sliding past each other, in this strange dance.
Bulging bellies full of the breath
That comes from the blowing wind.
Turning together, as though linked,
The water sliding beneath them,
With a sound of sibilance
Only heard by those close by.
They dance with each other on the waves,
This dance that seems to have no meaning;
The only music, the sounds of nature,
Spilling from the water and the wind.
Until at the last the horn booms out
Signalling that a yacht has won this race.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2023 01:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Watching a yacht race on a lake.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi
A sailboat race, done well Andy.
Great images.
Thank you Jerry. Most kind.
Andy
Such an easy read. It was smooth sailing for me. It's an amazing sight to see them propelled through the water with just the silent wind as power.
Your poem was very well written. Its images were clear and concise. A lovely thought to start my day. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil, your words are very much appreciated.
Andy
You capture the essence of wind and water with this beautifully fluid piece. I can almost feel the motion, and the wind on my face. Bravo!
Most kind Bella, thank you.
Andy
so well captured sir .......... ⛵⛵⛵
Thank you Neville.
Andy
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