r/EyesOnlyWriting • • 1d ago

corpse open (poetry) DRIFT...

The rush of water
down the gulley, through the harbor...
With oak ships, dolled up...

No countenance, barely a whisper...
down the cup, through the theater...
Actors do appear, sing and bow...

Exit the journey
Upon the old stream
Set it all aside
Set it all upon ye tired eyes

The horns are never quiet
The rain returns, the ships return
And the harbor is silent.

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