The day begins
and a way may start
deep in the bay
clouds within impart

The lonely sea
it's own moans groaning
and me alone
left freely leaning

Ere light, yet dawn
still might fight, right true
This yawn, all night
has gone on; drawn through

Restless this soul
A test best left blank
The cold seems set
and holds bold old banks

Here breaking winds
do shake, rake, take all
Begin to wake
Downwind, thin-skinned fall

a/n:

Poetry Style: the Tiger Hop
Created by Michael J Tyger
on December 31st, 2018

'X' is an unrhymed syllable
A rhymes with A
B rhymes with B
C rhymes with C

x a x b
x a a a c
x b x a
x b b b c

(repeat as many times as desired)