The Mast
I’m called to climb the bare-branched tree,
Whose emerald leaves are long-deceased,
And from its withered height I see
The arid moon, whose brow is creased
By folds of clouds that veil her face--
A modest bride left solitaire--
Within that lonesome, silent place,
Before the altar in the air.
Yet poised between the earth and moon--
A mariner on watch at sea--
Another day is dawning soon,
And there is time and hope for me.
John Polselli’s poetry has been published in many literary journals and is the recipient of several Editor’s Choice Awards. As a poet, John enjoys composing in all traditional forms including free verse as well as inventing his own.
Hi, John, your poem format is one that I simply adore, in the matched syllable count all the way through. It is a challenging but very fun format and difficult to keep the count perfect for each line, as sometimes, we tend to leave out a syllable in our pronunciation. Beautifully written, my friend. Sheri
ReplyDeleteHi John. Nice work. Thank you for sharing your talents with us here at Whispers. Continued blessings!
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A wonderful poem to read John. It flows like honey! Best wishes, Chris~
ReplyDeleteSail on!
ReplyDeleteJohn, thank you for sharing your wonderful talent in this picturesque poem. I thoroughly enjoyed the flow and the rhyme. I am particularly fond of rhyming poems.
ReplyDeleteCharlene
Hi Everyone,
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by with your lovely comments for John. I will send them to him. John, nice use of rhyme to share your thoughts. The imagery works well too. Thank you for sharing your words with us.
Blessings,
Karen