Emile Pinet

Crested And Kissed

I was born in a small town, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada,. The third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. I’m the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a controlling, physically abusive father, verses a loving mother. Many of my poems reflect the uniqueness and…






As snap of canvas
sets taught ropes groaning,
She skims the water
wooden planks moaning.

The taste of salt brine
bites both lips and tongue,
nature's elixir
it's what keeps me young.

Foamy frothy peaks
are crested and kissed,
as indigo waves
explode into mist.

Chasing shy breezes
She leans to her side,
feeling elated
I'm bursting with pride.

Yet exaltation
dies on the next swell,
betrayed by the wind,
her sails drooped and fell.

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