Eric Ashford Poet Blank verse

A Passion For Drowning

Saint Jude himself couldn't stop
the spinning chariot wheels
of all my lost causes,
but I have this self-help book
that I keep at my elbow;
one day I'll read it.

Occasionally I take a trip
in a metaphysical fishing ship
with fellow deckhands.
Naturally the talk turns to purpose,
the art of being rescued,
and charging through icebergs. 

None of my crew 
has a clue, 
or even know how to fish,
but we all have this passion
for drowning.

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Indiana Shaw September 21, 2019 at 5:49 AM Metaphor V's truth, great write . . . ; ) Eric Ashford September 21, 2019 at 7:45 AM Again thanks Indiana, have a great day!

Line Gauthier September 18, 2019 at 2:55 PM Well penned, Eric. Eric Ashford September 18, 2019 at 3:16 PM Thanks again L.G. regards

Richard Lamoureux September 18, 2019 at 9:43 AM A most interesting piece to ponder. Eric Ashford September 18, 2019 at 9:49 AM Cheers Richard, yes pondering is a good thing in poetry. Answers are a long way second to pondering. Thanks for taking a look at this.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 18, 2019 at 9:25 AM I love the haunting feel this piece produces. Great poetry. Reminds me of Not Waving But Drowning by Stevie Smith. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 18, 2019 at 12:03 PM There is no spoon. Eric Ashford September 18, 2019 at 9:47 AM Cheers Maureen, O no, I hope it's not too near a 'Smith' clone! Glad I can haunt still :-)