In Response to Brenda’s Wordle 122 ~ Dreams of Quinquereme ~



 Strange are the nights with visions

of gleaming  fleams

piercing screams

no more cool and nestled are

sunbeam and moonbeam

in space, remember?

NO No  Blaspheme” No’

one cannot swim upstream

but sink by degrees over

a period of unknown years

like King Odysseus who lost

his ship drunk without fears’

timeless oblivion

easily persuaded in pleasure sunk;

‘Stay stay ‘ keep the ship straight’

be in ‘septime  firmfooted on floor

there is no door on the seas’

Pay Tribute to the Controlling Breeze

with love in the ‘heart that is free’

Sail on Sail on  on ample space

‘Beware ‘the ship may drown in Tarim’

Sail on sail on ‘ ready is the harvest

of Berseem’

And I dream on of Quinquereme’

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