the salt air lifts the
horizon rises like breath
over the waves, a silver
promise in the morning light
here is the curve of
discovery, the whisper of
adventure in the spray, the
unknown land unfolding, its
story waiting, like a new
page, untouched by time or
hands, the gulls call out
a welcome to the brave
souls on deck, eyes wide
with dreams and longing,
their hearts echo the rhythm
of the sea's song, timeless
and bright, under a sky
so vast, so blue, it's as
if the world has just been
born, again, for them, for us
each moment is new, each
swell a promise, the journey
a gift to be opened slowly,
revealing the world anew
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Beautiful imagery in this poem. Vivid and identifiable.
Rich imagery, but horrendous when the results of that touching are considered - havoc and devastation on the populations already resident in that new world.
Must be really taxing living with that glass perpetually half empty
Not half empty - history is history. Truth not fantasy.
Thanks for sharing your feedback Dave it gave me the idea to write a poem about how the settlers brought disease and such to the indigenous people who's Homeland they were invading
Sounds good to me - honest. I'll read with interest.
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