Seasonal helms of thanksgiving; a boatswain’s oar,
Steady decks of cruise-ships tossed in life’s candor.
Unspoken kindness; compassion’s dwindling paddle
Reaps a surging ocean ride on discomfort’s saddle.
Blanket might-have-beens; driftwood to the soul,
Wring moisture from the leaves in comfort’s bowl.
Philosopher’s stones rubbing the sands of the wise,
Return diamonds as grace clasps in strings of pearls.
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Lovely! 😊🌊
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I am happy that you enjoyed it. Many blessings on your day ❤🙏😊
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Beautiful poetry
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Thank you Sadje for your wonderful support. I am very grateful. Blessings on your day. Peace.😊❤❤
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You’re welcome 😉
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Your poetry is amazing, Suzette. So many beautiful images and metaphors. Just gorgeous.
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Thank you so much for your lovely comments. I am glad you enjoyed it. Blessings on your day. Stay safe. Peace. 😊🙏
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Beautiful! ❤️
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Thank you so much Beck. Happy travels. God’s peace to you😊
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This one caught my eye because my husband was a boatswain’t mate in the Navy for 20 years!
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My thank you to all who served and are serving and their families. Peace has a price.
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The water is getting deep.
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Beautiful comment. Thank you! Many blessings to you. Peace🙏
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So many beautiful things said here Suzette!!! ❤️
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Thank you Cindy. So glad you enjoyed it. Have a great day. Be safe🙏
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I sure did Suzette!!
Thanks you too!
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