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: August 31st, 2024 01:18
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
A fine write and good song Gold. A 'sentimental' but proper song, not trashy?
Thank you Orchi.
I admire good yachtsmen.
I agree 2781.
Andy
A majestic picture painted and all tied together by the last line. Lovely Andy
Most kind soren, thank you.
Andy
The regatta? How lovely 🌹
Thank you Teddy.
Andy
A brilliant description of a yacht race. So many descriptive images. I can't list them all that would just be a copy of your poem. I did like in particular this line, "Bulging bellies full of the breath that come from the blowing wind." Marvelous poetry. - Phil A.
Thank you so much for your kind words Phil, much appreciated.
Andy
Tremendous work.
Thank you Thomas.
Andy
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