Tragedy at Sea
An ocean blue
The morning hue
The beauty of a beach.
The wind swept sands
Where a jetty stands
But only white caps here to reach.
The mind is miffed
The rest adrift
And thoughts of broken hull.
A time to atone
By this sinking throne
Accompanied only by a gull.
A sight then to watch
A triangular notch
Upon the ocean’s tip.
White clouds a gloss
A flying albatross
The triangle is now a ship.
Aboard, wet and sore
I hear “quarter to four”
Mates pass by in evening fleece.
The tragedy at sea
The rescue of me
That failed; I now rest in peace.
By Kenny Lancisi