Old Salt

We set ships afloat in claw foot bathtub harbors
Armed with soap dish cannons
Anchored beneath the mast of your back
Careening in the spate of your waves
We drift ashore the coves of your bare bottle cap bones
And capsize at low tide, your naked skin athirst

O’ Captain, sail close to the wind

Reviews

[Tracie D'Angelo]

I really like this. It reminds me of older poets like Walt Whitman. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's just the subject. Maybe because it's just short and quirky. I love the choice and the placement of the words as well! Very nice work!

[FateDictates]

Wow I wanted more..such beautiful visual images you created, great work...more pls

[Stephen]

Pretty Impressive. Theme's nice.

[fireblossom]

Sweet and fun and a mood caster. I like this poem a lot. It felt warm and loving and attractive...

[Stefanie Holmes]

Your creativity makes me smile. :) I loved it!

~Stefanie

[max_vonnegut]

This is so darn good even though its short. This is some Walt Whitman kind of poetry right here, great job!!

[Tim Schultz]

This reminds me of youth, or rather, the passing of it.

Another way to look at it is in a sexual way, but that could just be a Freudian thought.

Interesting imagery of a ship, or person, capsizing at low tide--it'd be more apt to run aground at low tide than capsize.

It is a poem I'll have to read more in order to understand better, but I do like it, Emily.