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Poetry Leaking Ships Sail On

The World Between the Words
Leaking Ships Sail On



All ships leak.

They seep and give.

Water weeps in

And bilges fill.

Pumping out,

The ship sails on.

Returns water

To ocean.



Just as we sail

Our sea of existence.

Flooded briefly

By what we let in,

Sinking lower,

We turn the pumps on.

Expel what may sink us,

Leave it behind.



Why cargo sorrow?

Dank thoughts

That depress you,

Are better jettisoned

To whence they came.

Lighter, more buoyant,

You'll navigate

Troubled waters ahead.


Paul Whybrow​
 

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