Raising the Argo
Discovery of a broken ship
Grasping fringe of treasure
Hope.
Couple parts as one dives deep,
Trucks down fathoms, snags on
Slope.
Countdown ends above, she worries
For his breath. Can he
Cope?
Eyes are faint, searching upward.
Is this the end?
Nope.
Truth of Ren proves its worth. She
Appears. He’s not a-
Lone.
5 comments:
Wow, nice. And I like what you've done with the place.
I really liked this! You were able to pack lots into such a small piece.
You truly are a poet :)
you guys are sweet. i know you felt sorry for my low comment count =)
Donna, thanks! i had to put up my own leaves cause i saw so many otjeds with the pretty ones from blogger...
Junebug, i love doing that, thanks! and how are you dong? i need an update!
Angie, my true friend! really helping me get further in my writing =)
Oooh, clever! I like!
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