Hey chaps! Is my poem any good? Please answer a poor down on his luck poet. Eh, eh?
Staircase To the Sea
All is at peace,
And has likely been a recurrence
Of an emptiness, closely keeping,
That has been my unease-
And now near total silence has fallen
As half sunk galleons skirt the shores
Leaning like those partly drunk,
Upon new worlds-
And all drownings in this Sargasso sea
Are like the rise of birds through waves
Those constant revelations of descents
Like shrill broken whistles on the staircase
To the sea.