sunset bows to the curtain of night,
humbled by a vain blanket of stars.
a lunar spell entrances the sea,
as still air mocks my sails and my scars.
one last night in this casket adrift,
upon currents unkind and too far from home.
salt in my nose,
damp in my shoes.
surrounded by life,
yet forever alone.
bring us the last thimble of wine.
we'll drink up a toast to our bitter defeat,
raising our chalice to the vulture's prey,
to sweeten our meat for the carrion feast.
©AB07'
2007-05-07 06:33:36 · 5 answers · asked by AB 1 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Other - Arts & Humanities
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2007-05-07 06:37:11 · answer #1 · answered by Lisa 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
a poem about the end of it all. Facing death with disdain. Interesting. Good.
2007-05-07 13:39:44 · answer #2 · answered by Moose 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋
It is good and has definite hints at depression and sadness (although this could be stronger) and perhaps even hopelessness
2007-05-07 13:37:44 · answer #3 · answered by John B 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
the struggle and fight to servive, that is life.what is death?, it is brave who live in death. nice poem. write more.
2007-05-07 14:01:21 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
I liked it somewhat, but confused too.
2007-05-07 17:19:28 · answer #5 · answered by L S 2 · 0⤊ 1⤋