Tubs At The Zenith Poem by Tailor Bell
Tubs At The Zenith
Searchlight blinks
Year after year
No ship sunk or saved
Seagulls swing high on the swingset
Outside until local
Jays bully them away
Lopsided fiddlers
Scuttle by phosphate suds
Slow turtles flap out to sea
Cotton collared swans
Nudge barnacled rungs
In ginger, wild mermaids breath
-Tailor Bell
-for Willie who passed tonight 4-7-09
Your images are exquisite, Tailor, especially the 'slow turtles flapping out to sea'. A nautical reverie that wastes not a word. Stunning poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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5/10/2024 5:58:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It is the attention to detail here that is most impressive. Phosphate suds, cotton collared swans. All these things combine to form a well-crafted tribute. Thank you for sharing this one. -G