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Under the steady gaze of Polaris,
I seek a safe journey.
Be my ship.
Navigate me safely
through the tempestuous
labyrinth of the sea.
Afraid to fall over the edge,
I cling to your foremast –
cocooned by your sails.
Never relinquish me.
*Polaris (α Ursae Minoris, α UMi, commonly the North Star or Pole Star) is the brightest star in the constellation Ursa Minor. (Wikipedia)
Poet Rummager 
Your ship must be Rose
Maybe emotion brings turbulence
I see steady as she goes
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Perhaps you’re right, Sheldon. I do enjoy rocking the boat 😉
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Nobody who has as many pokers in the fire
can ever get brunt
I’m not sayin playin
Im sayin workin
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Afraid to fall over the edge? Sounds like you want to sail right over. That’s where the adventure is.
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There are sea monsters when you fall off the edge of the earth! 😱
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Ha ha ha ha!
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The sea in your poem feels like a hot ocean, a primitive one, dense and soffocating. Very táctil feelings… thank you, Rose. : )
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Hi Francis! Thank you so much. Your words make me smile! 🐬⛵️
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Just make sure you’re actually looking at Polaris and not Kochab! Or bad things will happen. Trust me.
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Why? What will Kochab do?
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Oh…nothing major…except get you lost! You’d probably end up sailing in a circle if you weren’t looking directly at Polaris.
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That’s terrible! I don’t like getting lost. I’ll use a laser pointer then. Thanks for the heads up!
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Ah, to be forever cocooned by loving sails…what could possibly be better?
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I agree! And then to emerge from the cocoon with wings would also be pretty nifty. 🕊 🕊 🕊
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Yes, that would be awesome. When I was a wee one, I remember wishing I had wings, and I still do sometimes. Don’t like that wet-feather smell, though…reminds me of plucking chickens. Yuck!
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You’ve plucked chickens? Don’t you boil the poor birds first? I mean, you don’t pluck live chickens, right?
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Yep, I’ve plucked chickens…first you kill ’em, chop off their head or wring their neck–whichever you prefer–then dip the body in boiling water to loosen feathers. Once the carcass is plucked, you run it over an open flame to singe off the pin-feathers, then gut it and cut it up. Too much information. 😀
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Now I know where you get all your fantastic story ideas! 😀
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You learn a lot growing up on a farm/ranch. 😀
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“Navigate me safely
through the tempestuous
labyrinth of the sea.”
I liked these words….😊
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Thank you very much! 😀
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Sounds like you are in deep waters. Go with it.
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Hmm. The water must also be still then, right! — cuz still waters run deep. 😃
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Polaris, I plot my course with you. Lovely Rose.
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Polaris did all the pointing. ⭐️👉Thanks Paula!
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Starlight stings my eyes! Too pretty.
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Hey, hi DD! Well, maybe I should draw you some dark sunglasses. I had no idea your eyes were so sensitive! 🕶
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Shiver not me timbers, child.
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Really? You’re not shivering any timbers? That’s no fun! ☹️
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All verse related to the sea brings out the shanty in me.
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What do you mean?
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Sorry to be vague – I was originally going to comment ‘shiver me timbers’ but I got distracted by a sea shanty that started up in my head that went a little differently. Ignore me – I’m old.
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Where’s cocaine when you need it, huh? 😀
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Ha ha. True dat!
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That’s a nice poem, Rose. I could do with a star to steer by in my life. I just seem to drift with the tide these days. 😦
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Thanks much!! I’m sorry, BunK! You must go through a lot of paper bags.
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It’s a major part of my monthly budget. 🙂
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I like poem but I love the last two lines
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I was debating just writing those two lines by themselves but Polaris would’ve been sad.
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It all came together nicely but those two lines were absolutely perfection. You did great
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Thanks Morgan! Polaris doesn’t feel so left out now. Lol. 😊
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🙂 You are welcome lol
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Great poem. Perfect finale.
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Yeah, being in a cocoon is way better than just being hugged. Thanks! Kisses and cocoons!!
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lol
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A wonderful poem Rose.
Love the last line.
“Never relinquish me.” 😍
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Thank you dear Alan! Yes, please never, never, never. ❤
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This is beautiful, I really love this!
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Hello! Thank you for visiting.
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You write such romantic poetry.
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Thank you.
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Lovely poem on the North Star – it has inspired a whole lot of people. 🙂
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Stars are very inspirational; especially Polaris. Thank you! I enjoy your input. 🌹
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I so understand the sentiment! Being a wild one, I always love to return to the safety of steadiness and the guiding light of unchangeable.
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Oooooh, I love your words, Miss Poet Photographer! 🖋 📸
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❤
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