Thursday, July 9, 2015


She was Dauntless
sailing the seas of life
Heart first.
The integrity of her core
strong from tests
of rough seas
and hidden ice.
Sails filled with the winds
that blew her way,
tacking and jibing
a course to her destination,
she stayed true to her path.
Filling the decks
with her Celtic song,
breathing in the salt scent
of her passage,
she made her way 
to ports known
and not.
The anchor used
but sparingly.
Her Soul knowing
that for her,
                                                                        the journey
was the purpose.

This poem was written to be a companion to the custom jar for a customer. Her word for the year is "Dauntless". I felt from the beginning that it sounded like the name of a fine ship. This is the result.


  1. Beautiful indeed! I do admire the detail and perfect colour!

  2. Thank you so much, Debi! She wanted me just to do what felt right. That is what came out.

  3. I love that a poem with the sea as major motif can be so grounding. That sense of grounding paired with the color of the jar makes these two perfect companions. ♥

  4. Thank you, Magaly! I guess home has different meanings for different people.

  5. This is really lovely. Having just been on a ship, I really related to the imagery. Good write! :-)

    1. Thank you, Elena! The custom jar was for a gal that was a Navy vet. It is nice to know I captured the ship feeling.

  6. You could almost taste the sea salt in this. Good one Sharon!