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10/16/2017 11:11:39 AM

Judith S
Posts: 3
This poem is based on a photo I took of an elderly fisherman,
hunched at the shoulders, standing in his dinghy rowing to his
fishing boat ... at dawn. I was very moved by the picture.




Hushed silence as the dawn begins unveil

Faded ribbons of beauty appear ever so pale

Morphing in depth and passionate splendor

Eternal, inspirational gifting of nature




The density of darkness vaporizes to light

As all that was shadowed comes into sight

Casts upon the harbor the soft glow of morn

Life’s daily symphony begins to perform




The dawn draws to life each and every thing

With the rising orb new life does it bring

The soft glow of light, the harbor awakes

Lobstermen appear as the new day breaks




This endless ritual begins always the same

Moonrise and sunrise in eternal refrain

And this day, as in days of decades before

He stands in his row boat and raises his oar




Hunched from the weight of years of hard work

Family and responsibilities never to shirk

He nods as he paddles without saying a word

Brothers in a bond that doesn’t need to be heard




The ache in his body is worse on some days

He goes about his work in a reverent haze

This is all he can do - all that he knows

Lifetimes ago ... twas the life that he chose.




Or maybe to say the life that chose him

To sink or to swim is the lobsterman’s hymn

He was raised on a boat, always in boots

He bleeds it from his pores – it’s inbred in his roots




Leaving the harbor barely breaking a wake

He steers his old vessel into the daybreak

Irrelevant is the cold, the heat or a storm

His performance perpetuates each new day born




His story but a drop in an ocean we don’t see

His dedication and ethic simply humble me

Haunted by hunched image in silhouette as he oars

To his life in the harbor whence it is moored.
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