the bleeding sun
paints rivers that meander
cross the sea
that ceased to move
in dying evening wind
I hear sailors curse
their burning sails
that ceased to move
so boats can cruise
and bring them home
to kiss their waiting girls
Sunrise, Whiting Fishing at Margate by William Turner
Yet an effort to use verbs in writing poetry for dVerse with Victoria.
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January 15, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I like this, Bjorn. Very well done.
This is clever and sweet Bjorn.
Ha, I can hear those sailors curse as well. I am sure it is difficult for them to stay long away from those girls!
Enjoyed this!
I love Turner and your words really bring his art to life. Excellent.
in the second part of this i like that your verbs are c’s….they play well together sound wise…you have captured a bit of the beauty of the painting in your words…
Lovely one Bjorn ~ Sailors can’t wait to kiss their waiting girls ~
The sailors’ curses are ringing in my ears. I could see each line that you wrote in my mind…vivid word pictures. You brought the art to life 🙂
Oh there is something so romantic in this piece.. It’s so beautiful, I can just picture those girls waiting for those sailors to come home!!! What lovely imagery!
Glad you wrote this – adored and placed me there – thank you BR
This works so well, Bjorn. The images are so apparent. I love the bleeding sun and burning sails. Reaching for my water, now.
Excellent one!
“the bleeding sun / paints rivers that meander” nice lines, has a good flow
Lovely sunshine on the sea
Sailboats with no wind are in the doldrums – ie the Horse latitudes. I like your verbs, and you’ve made a much better use of ‘bleeding’ than the current youthspeak swearing! Isn’t Turner fabulous?
A amazing poem. Sailors need those waiting girls at the piers. Give them reason and purpose to live and survive the hard days.
Yes, yes, active verbs illuminating dead calm; when the wind dies, and the sails go slack, and night is upon the sailor, that’s when the auxiliary motor is cranked up; just as this second effort of yours further enhanced our responses to the prompt; nice job.
Glad I’m not a sailor…this makes me homesick just thinking about being separated from my wife! 🙂
EEE! I love the alliteration, and being an ocean girl I am always up for a good sea story. Nicely done!
Really love this…rich with images brought to life by your verbs…especially enjoyed that ending.
Wonderful… not the doldrums.. but the picture you painted with words. Great ending..
i love how this feels like you are using a paint brush for this scene
It does seem like the wrong time to duie down, just when the sun marks the way and we are so close. Great verbs.
Sailing boats and love will always be intertwined for me!
ah i can understand that they urgently wanna go back…oy…but hey…there’s so much beauty in those “burning” sails…love the pic as well
This is really lovely Björn – a pleasure to read.
Anna :o]
Brought to mind the doldrums that haunted the sailors in “Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner”. Well done!