National Poetry Day - The Rhyme of an Ancient Marinare

The  Rhyme of an Ancient Marinare

Water
 Water 
Everywhere

Desperate
I drink
 

Taste
  A dash 
Too puckery

Not so nice 

As you 
May think

 Thirst 
Not quenched  
Reclined 

In idle
framing
Of the ocean

Bored
Shrinking
In still waters

 Petrel squandered
Canvas primed

Daily brined

Mike O'Leary - October 2013