Steven Federle

Freshman - 605 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Cold Sailing - Poem by Steven Federle

Waves enfold waves.
With rolling swell
we rise and fall.

Through deafening static
of storm-struck air
I hear the rigging’s
ringing fear

as under the bridge
titanic ships
plow darker paths
through
shadowed bay.

With sails engorged,
swiftly
we fly away!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 13, 2011


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