P!nk

Flowing wood masked by new paint
Never did a splinter hurt her small waist
Wishes wrapped around the sturn
Heads turned as she sweeped by in joy
A sailor looks at his pretty new flower

A whistle comes from deep in her chest
The flags wave from her, astray with the rest
Dreams drift like an old man once living
A war once fought was on this deck
She had tears for the crew that she helped
Her eyes were metallic with hope and glee
As she watched her team woop with delight
At her new design, a silken shape

As good became solid instantly, so did the dark
A coat covered with promises of death
There was no thunder, but it felt like mold
Her faced turned into glue, stuck in place
People screamed at unknown terror
What had she done? Was she wrong in her ways?
A boy ran by, tears within his soul
She smiled at him, would the tears unfold?
Young men were jumping in overpopulated boats
Not like her, powerful and fiercely brave with a young flame
She was in pain however,
In her heart the most
She wondered what was happening, even as it was obvious
Minds were giving up, even when encouragement wisked in
She yelled upbringings, but no one heard
Or did they not listen?

She realized for the first time that people were yelling,
They were in curtains tight with spikey water
Coming up like vomit, shutting down their high voices
Chairs sweeped the deck like a dirty old broom
This was clean up day, in attics
But people were being taken, along with the mass
She noticed with a fright she couldnt brush anything anymore

Not even the whistle, would peck another song
Some were lucky, shivering by their soaking nails
Others were not, they didn't have the pleasure of such things
They would never have her to guide them any more
She was leaving, but they were ahead of her
That angered her, she was always the leader
Down she crashed, tears unoticable, blended with red water
All went black, as the moon went white
Then everything stopped
As the sailor's love crashed down
The boat never landed in the harbor
The angel was never honored
For her silken new design of hope
One that was to advance technology to the bloody edge

No one on that ship that day,
Made it all the way
Never did a destination reach,
Their hopeful little hearts
Some made it back to their families
To tell the story to the steel
Of how they wrecked with hell

They never really did reach land
In their souls, they yearned for those
That now lay in the water, sand upon their breeches
Holes in what they never could do
What they never would
Maybe they're in heaven
How we wish things were
If myths were real
Legends had proof
Maybe Pearl Harbor would never be true
That sailor's heart would love it all the more
Temptation of the ending resided furthermore
Now fate is real, though some say otherwise
Only because their minds can't connect to their tongues
Fright has frozen them for all time
Only when they die will peace reside

eleda

Hi Pink, you know this is a very moving piece, could be a short story. Yet there were two verses that really stood out from the rest of the body that grabbed hold of me. In the 3rd & 6th line of the last stanza, I think the words are supposed to "there" in the 3rd and "they're" in the 6th check it out.

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P!nk

You are correct, I can't believe I left such simple grammical errors in there. I have a strange habit of turning anything into a story. A bad habit that hasen't left childhood I guess. Sense this is the second time I've been told this, I resign; I will write short stories, I'm not good at putting literal terms in action.

I will edit it again, I noticed that in some stanzas the same word is used twice from one line to another.

Thank you for taking the time to read it, when I get the time, I'll try to return the favor.

Penelope

I was interested enough in the topic to come and have a read. I am fond of history and think this poem has some merit. I believe you need to get more familiar with the 'bones' of poetry to polish this story so it can shine.

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eleda

Pink, you shouldn't be so apt to give up on writing poetry. Read some of TS Eliot's work, his prose was quite long. So no more talk of resigning, eh

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