The Wordsmiths Book 2021

Dust Temple

Ulysses Shipwreck Irene Messia

Blustery billows break upon the shore Dousing distant sands with a salty touch Tattered sails meet with blue once more Descending upon turbulent depths A vessel once valiant Splintered in tempest winds Now laid to rest upon a sandy grave Beneath the intertwining of brilliant blues Swallowed under a truthful wave Washed in an array of ghostly pale hues The pull of the current ever guiding Its gentle tug through uncharted radiance The truth we sought was never hiding Across the hungry waves or salty mists We extend our outward search inward From above to below deck Beneath the reaches of the remains Of our Ulysses Shipwreck Whimsical egg with nest Gerry Brown A conglomeration of twigs and tangles A mess of thorny rows of reeds

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