She Slipped Her Berth - by Marc Browning
She Slipped Her Berth
-Marc Browning
She slipped her berth
To sail wind driven
White crested wave tops
Free willed and time bound
Sunset to sunset
Singing
She wings
Experience her wake
Life refracted
Through frothy prisms
Followed by spyglass
Til time takes her
Beyond our horizons
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I found this poem as I was going through the basement collection of random mementos. It is one of my favorite pieces of family history. The poem, in fact, is on the back of my mother and father's joint headstone. I added the title, "She Slipped Her Berth," because there is not a title on the page that I can see. Context escapes me, as I have no knowledge when this was written or for what purpose, if one at all.
posted by Abigail Browning @ 11:40 AM
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2 Comments:
That's a very nice poem, thanks for sharing it! --Aaron V.
I knew a Lynn Browing (Univ of Chicago MBA) in the late 70's. She was married to a physician, Marc Browing. Where these your folks? What happened to them? Lynn & I worked together when she was at Amherst Associates. Thanks, Margart Gosselink (mgosselink@austin.rr.com)
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