Facing the Wind

I pilot an onyx boat of braille
Through a sea of wicked storms.
Facing the wind, I need no false friends
Whose love proved to be only lukewarm.

‘Neath an eclipsed moon, I rig my sails
Scribed with black cuneiforms.
I need no false friends, facing the wind,
I laugh at angry, purple-faced storms.

Charybdis swirls opens, maw inhales;
My boat stabs through, bow a thorn.
Facing the wind, I need no false friends
To offer up hope, pity, or scorn.

My boat rides high, powered by my wail
To adumbral shores forlorn.
I need no false friends, facing the wind,
For darkness keeps my gelid soul warm.

©2021 KT Workman

(Note: The ZaniLa Rhyme, a form created by Laura Lamarca, consists of 4 lines per stanza. The rhyme scheme for this form is a-b-c-b and a syllable count of 9-7-9-9 per stanza, Line 3 contains internal rhyme and is repeated in each odd numbered stanza. Even stanzas contain the same line but swapped. The ZaniLa Rhyme has a minimum of 3 stanzas and no maximum poem length. Definition taken from www.shadowpoetry.com)


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