Becalmed

Becalmed Slipping slowly from her moorings she drifted without sail rudderless on a darkening sea. We stood helpless upon the beach calling against the roaring surf as she shrank into the horizon. Distant winds of memory would allow her return to a once familiar port, coax a smile, moisten a tear, refuel the anger of the battle to regain the vessel’s helm. Sitting now in dry dock becalmed by memory’s charts she drifts further away. ©7/7/2017 submitted to – Far Away – Poetry Contest

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Heidi Sands

Date: 7/7/2017 7:31:00 PM

Very well written John. The reader can feel it. Good luck in the contest.

John Lawless
Date: 7/8/2017 5:35:00 AM

thanks for stopping by to read and comment Heidi

Daniel Turner

Date: 7/7/2017 6:38:00 PM

Seems a little sad to me, John. Wonderful in it's flow and content:) Good luck!

John Lawless
Date: 7/8/2017 5:33:00 AM

Daniel, it is a sad metaphor for the slow and devastating onset of Alzheimer's disease. I watched it erase my Mother-in-laws world and am now seeing it creeping into the mind of a life-long friend.

Chris Green

Date: 7/7/2017 5:45:00 PM

Wow, this was great John. I really liked how this felt when I read it, very soft and smooth, it was almost as if it came in a whisper. Really nice, best wishes in the contest.

John Lawless
Date: 7/8/2017 5:31:00 AM

Thanks for stopping by Chris, alway appreciate your comments.