Last Boats In
Taratula falls amply, nimbly, cross the creek
as the albatross heaves another sordid goodbye
and lands dice the medley—for bread of eve
to commence.
Nell, there, sang a few there was never
dared a fowl—back to heel where knocked
a tour of grove in the root of all meanings
for her scarlet gown of waymind guspari tact,
and tithe unseen and not believed.
Sooth! —wherest dwelt then a thousand-
thousand ways to grow skyward chose
eight and nine paths for decay to claim
the knots in veins of a moss upon elm and
oak nearby seethes a beach—and bone was its
blush; for thistle and thrush was ground
to believe there would not have been
another way to rise and greet the dawn
in gladness unto freedom.
We are rejoiced, such a morning;
and the supreme Autumn way of all winds
converge. The meaning discloses naught how,
and the heart last sought to fish the pool.
Prophecy would ever believe to sunder the
wisdom of another eve, and for wrought
could never understand.
Forgotten, then, would have been mine;
and tomorrow we would call in the last
boats to gaze dimly into mist so longing.
Gloom upon silt knows graver, though;
and your eyes shine a glint promising
for worlds knew once of cheeks streaked
in tears—wreathed, indeed, of brine to pass.
Yesterday was the calling, and now
should become ours to realize.
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Submitted by StylesRobin on February 11, 2025
Modified by StylesRobin on March 09, 2025
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| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 1,324 |
| Words | 249 |
| Stanzas | 5 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 5, 9, 7, 9 |
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