The dark oak doors are heavy on the seas
the sea, roiling at the turn of rudder
the rudder, steady in its churning of the waters,
the waters, ready to be a watery interment,
the bodies waltzing across
mahogany floors, unsuspecting
the journey's end
The mahogany floors, gleaming from the hard-fought shine
the shine, the work of galley servants
longing to be free,
the freedom, cast into the sea like bets
the bets, lost to arrogant dreams
The Titanic the symbol of hubris
of human yearning for what always
is one step out of reach
and still, the ship of dreams
gets built time and again
in hopes this time
it will not sink
in shame
© Valerie Bridgeman
February 19, 2013
DRAFT
In hopes of this time it will not sink in shame...love that
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