Entombed Fragments of Life
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" John Ruskin, 1853
.
alone
all
…
leaving the other
against rough rocks,
a boat
within, crashed
but the turbulent,
purple lips.
their becalmed
on
wearing an enticing smile
that were bubbling up,
They drifted abreast in waters
to this rickety boat.
was a welcome sight
looking for alliance to reach a haven
Another boat drifting equally alone
hissed his pains and desires.
boat that
nor did they feel the pains of this rickety
and soaked their rough, coarse feet;
them
that danced around
rocks that felt no warmth of waves
around craggy rocks, cold, rough rocks:
in stormy high seas, was drifting
A rickety boat, blown by a storm
Here lies a single piece,
a disfigured fragment, of his
voyage in the vast sea of life.
Aug. 25, 2020
*A 4th Place*
in Constance La France's contest "All the Little Pieces" judged on Sept. 3, 2020
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