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While I was only mildly green while we were recently on a boat (my poor son got the worst of it), it made my head feel weird enough to require adjustment. And my stomach was a little off. So, while a bit miserable (but sipping hot tea and eating an almond croissant), I wrote some poetry.

Now, mind you, poetry isn’t generally my thing. So I wrote these words as they came to me. No editing, no effort at following any kind of rhythm. My favorite poetry doesn’t rhyme, anyway. But I was pleased with how these turned out, so I thought I’d start out 2017 by sharing these with the world. Enjoy. Or don’t. It’s up to you.

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The black murky depths of the sea
Writhe and undulate
Everchanging
Entreating us to come below
To its black, deadly, murky depths

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The waving swells of the sea
Slowly driving me mad
Their relentless flowing connectedness
Keeping me ever questioning
Stability’s permanence

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The horizon
So flat and level
Hides the roughness of the sea
That carries us across
Its dark expanse

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Finally
A calm,
Descending on the ship.
The gentle rocking a respite
From the heaving, dizzying
Gross motions of the vessel.
We hope it lasts.