The Trip - a Write for Poetics:Choice
Her Last Voyage
Skittling along leaving familiar port
Moves a little slow trip will be her last
Headed for salvage dry dock berth for that
At rest 'til she dies bones and flesh they'll pull
Museums parts will spread children ooh and awe
Older than grandpa amazed they will be
Born in 1910, hundred ten years old
She's thinking stop, and go on no more
There's no choice, they'll come, she goes steam or pushed
Dogs needing their bones addicts need the smoke
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Labels: Boat Poems, Dark, dark poetry, dVerse prompt, Poem, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 8/31/2022 12:07:00 AM
6 comments
6 Comments:
The last sentence says it all. People are in awe sometimes of a tragedy that afflicted the past generation. I guess by then the cries are lost and mourning has turned into a wonder of sorts. I liked this poem a lot. It really made me think.
A strong case for affirmative choices, and the will to hang on. Well done!
Fascinating piece Jim…
Let he hang on a little longer.
Dry dock. The end. Sadness. Well done, Jim.
Jim, this makes me reflect on what is kept, valued, passed on and what is discarded as no longer valuable. It is an important consideration personally and as a society.
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