My very own favorite and isn't this life, in general too?
There it rests in the reeds
Along a quiet marsh
Darkened wood with rusted sutures
Weather worn and harsh
One lone oar lays aside
A crabtrap tossed and broken
The quiet breaks for a small sloop
Shiney, new and oaken
Between the two the memory
Lies in the older boat
For painted flakes that dot the sides
For the memories still afloat
i love these writes of yours reeds and waters,old boats.....so cool
i also love the pictures nice work,glad i was abl etoget on line and read your work...take care ....
stan
I love the melancholy feeling here Sue!~
as memories are never to be forgotten~!
It's been awhile for me HERE, *(Sorry Sue) but I plan to plant myself HERE awhile and read your heart!
Write On~!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple PaSsion Shexooo
Just a question, die boat from age, or it is just we that discard them when our eyes tell us so?
Yes, boats have memories too, one just need to go onboard and listen.
Memories still afloat, nice boat wish i was afloat with you.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2008
When you gives us a life's lesson no on can flesh out the ebbs and tides quite like my friend Susan . . . At the end of the day . . . Still some painted flakes dot the life that was . . . Amazingly accurate . . .
I know this feeling well. Back in my younger years my first ship was a fairly new Icebreaker very fancy and all the luxurys, but the ship I loved the best was an old one that was form WWII and it became a home to me.
Jeff Martin, his friend, Hawk, and his dachshund dog are captured by Osage Indians. Eventually they escape and find their way home. Due to his unusual shape Adolphus is called a Spirit Dog.
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This is a very evocative poem.
Axilea
Ron
i also love the pictures nice work,glad i was abl etoget on line and read your work...take care ....
stan
as memories are never to be forgotten~!
It's been awhile for me HERE, *(Sorry Sue) but I plan to plant myself HERE awhile and read your heart!
Write On~!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple PaSsion Shexooo
STay Positive!
beautiful poetry Susan...
John
Lies in the older boat
It surely does, and I have many memories in mine.
Yes, boats have memories too, one just need to go onboard and listen.
Georg
Love, Pierre
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
fee
Last 4 lines sublime
Unsinkable.
Doug
Profound and wise poetic-philosophic expression in artful imagery.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU