The Day Cometh - a Poem for Friday Writings and dVerse Poetics
Labels: Boat Poems, boats, dVerse prompt, Love Poem, Poem, Rhyme, Syllabic Form
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Labels: Boat Poems, boats, dVerse prompt, Love Poem, Poem, Rhyme, Syllabic Form
16 Comments:
Those were the days, when young people joined the navy, got on with the hard work, and enjoyed the travel. But it’s not for everyone, as your poem shows, Jim. I always fancied living on a barge, though.
Throughout the ages, men have gone to sea for temporary or permanent work. I'm glad the narrator came home to his love. Canal boat/house boars seem very different.
I think it is a life people often dream about... but I understand it is usually very booring, and these days you don't even stay in port that long
Sometimes we learn by experience. Life on land seems much more appealing especially when with the one you love!
It is a tough life.
I like boating – but as passenger rather than crew!
I am not a water or a boat person either lol so I am with you I wouldn't have enjoyed that
A couple of days sailing somewhere far away sounds nice.. but longer than that... am not so sure.. would be nice to try though!! (definitely not one of those cruise ships)
I like being on a boat, but can't imagine how anyone would spend more than a day on one!
(Priscilla King)
I've only ever been on a cruise ship, which is a very different experience!
I always thought it'd be fun to work on one of the Great Lakes freighters, maybe as a cook. It would get old after a while, as you say. Now that the climate is changing the freighters can stay out there most of the winter. No ice this year at all.
I could have stowed you away on the yacht!!! LOL.
Home is where the heart is.❤️
I'm glad he came to his senses, and I pray she is merciful.
I remember those days. They were bittersweet, weren't they? All right, there was probably more bitter--leaving home and loves and such behind. Still, there was also the excitement of what might come...
I love the way you wrote this, as if a journal entry or perhaps a letter.
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