Where are they going, those gaunt, gallant ships?
Wherever you wish them to go, my friend!
Surely some madness tumbles from your lips:
Each ship must have a goal, every voyage an end!
Your imagination must be broken!
Why are we bound to obey the dull facts?
As many dreams can be had as spoken;
Forget where they're bound; let's dream new contracts!
I think that schooner is full of goblins
Sailing into the nightmares of bullies;
My sister sees fools with wide, toothless grins
Baffled by sails and yardarms and pulleys
Sailing in circles until they all drown!
See how our dreams have inverted your frown?
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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This is wonderful. Starts as hopeful and peaceful as the painting, then be careful what you wish for - or dream of. Well done, Sir.
Them drowning did turn my frown upside down, lol. Loved your poem!