Titanic { Part I Of 3 } (Storms That Cross O'er By Night) Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

_______________PROLOGUE_______________
On April 12th,2012, it was exactly 100 years
since the R.M.S. Titanic, dubbed 'Queen of The
Ocean' and sworn as being totally unsinkable by
its designer, William Pirrie, shoved-off from the
British south coast port, Southampton....on-route
to New York Harbour.....where it was sceduled to
make port of its destination, on April 20th,1912.
The below quatrain style work is ''not'' about this
dreadful night of April 12th,1912, but rather, it is
a dedication of respect and hope........that Titanics
victims were afforded their much deserved peace...
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My Summer wraps its soul......'round Atlantic's stir
By dock, th' majique breathes HARD, 'eau claire le bleu'
Riptides in hues of mauve, reflecting August sunsets
Like Ra, n' th' Matet boat, o'er oceans salted sweat

Rain falls cotton soft.......soothes th' burning seaside
Jagged lite of current strike, cloudbursts open wide
Whitecaps rise against th' ghost o' stormfront entry
Emerging strong and fast....do these ocean gentry's

Night arrives with furried surge.....by seawolf's eye
Waters snap and shoo th' gulls, from seawitch skies
Storm at peak with lions teeth...bites surf, and land
Come morning, ther'll be peace....o'er dunes of sand



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