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Abandoned Craft
By Butch Howard
Friday, November 09, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Keep the high art of poetry alive.
 Abandoned Craft
On the edge of the Atlantic Ocean at the mouth of the Wilmington River, an abandoned sailboat sits grounded on a sandbar. The once valuable handmade craft was rendered no longer sea-worthy after a collision at sea. The incoming tide pushes hard against the starboard bow. As the current flows along the breach torn into its side, the force of the water makes the entire craft shudder. I feel the soft reverberations as they pulsate. The vibrations travel through the water and touch my hull; I feel them in my bare feet as they rest on the deck. I remember equating the sight of the disabled craft with the art of poetry in the previous century. Once regarded as an important and prolific art form of the highest order, the present day poets have largely been relegated to the back shelves of book stores. I also remember hoping that poetry does not suffer the same fate as this damaged hulk and become just another abandoned craft.
November 9, 2007
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| Reviewed by CJ Heck |
6/7/2011 |
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Ahhh, my sentiments exactly, Butch! Let's hope it continues on and on and on, after we are all long gone. Well done and a good analogy.
Hugs to you,
CJ |
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| Reviewed by Taylor Ryan |
11/18/2007 |
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Perfect analogy Butch. It's nice to see your thoughts expressed here again...been too long, and I trust you have not abandoned your craft, yet have simply stored the imaginative and well woven words in a drydock awaiting calm seas, fair weather and ample wind to unfurl your words and reverberate the pen. This well devised thought finds me reserving my own poetry for a sunny day with proper time to do it justice, and a tad emotional when I consider how very much poetry has come to mean in my own life...never to be abandoned, breached or beached...simply waiting for a little sunshine to light the way through a dim time.
Thanks for sharing a little ray that will help set me back on course. A simple ripple of thought shared is worth oceans of ideas. Just don't wait so long between waves.
Love,
~Taylor
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| Reviewed by D Johnson |
11/12/2007 |
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Bravo! You have said so well, truths that need to be spread with evangilistic fervor.
Thanks for keeping the craft afloat.
Dan |
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| Reviewed by F William Broome |
11/9/2007 |
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Dear Craftsman: Even a landlubber like me agrees wholeheartedly on this. Poetry is a part of the loss of values which "new" parents have allowed. Say what you will, when adults abandoned responsibility to see that our young people were shown the value of writing and reading, a wonderful part of civilization went down the drain.
Out of ignorance and the refusal to learn what was worthwhile, young parents stayed young, abandoning any attempt to keep the arts as a part of their persona. My school teacher daughter tells of two parents who "shamed" their son into hiding his talented poetry, letting him know they were disappointed that he hadn't show another talent. This is nothing short of murder, and that's what we've done to poetry and an appreciation of other fine things in our lives. The sorry and selfish television industry, along with the movies, has reversed more than 50 years of progress in education and artistic accomplishment! The worst of all "F" words is Flunked," and that's what we've done.
Thank you, Dear Friend, for a major contribution to the lifeline of poetry and its complimentary arts. Long may you sail.... - Bill |
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| Reviewed by Myrna Badgerow |
11/9/2007 |
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I wonder the same thing, my friend... When asked why do I not write that which makes money I just smile and say that the words cost me nothing so if they return me no money but do leave me with the belief that perhaps they touched a heart am I not richer still? Wonderful writing...
Always, Myrna |
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