Ships in a Bottle

I carried pieces

of me, ships in a bottle,

shattered when let go.

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Buried in duty

to helm this horrid day, home

the only true course.

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Then sailing onward

the prevailing wind blew west,

in time deep as oceans.

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Sun stamped its tempo

in blue above and below,

days and days and days.

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Breathing in years on,

remember bottle shattered,

but this ship, rebuilt.

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Each of these poems is linked to show the passage of time. While each could stand on their own, I decided to publish them together. Enjoy!