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Lifting of The Wreck

I come here often, stop, and from the river bank, watch the ribs of an old wreck break through the surface on an ebbing tide. After all this time it still seems to crave for breath, to air its last remains. Whatever past it has no longer resides in living memory but in a paragraph inked in a shipping registry sunk deep in the basement of the Maritime Museum, or is somewhere forever becalmed in a photograph, time frozen on a sepia sea. But this morning I took it in, gave my mind to its hollowed out hull and let imagination lift it from the mud and make it whole. I sailed it out of the suck of time and set it upon an open sea and as its sails billowed across my mind, I got the sense that throughout all the wear of passing time, it had been waiting for me.

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Date: 6/3/2024 6:09:00 AM
"I sailed it out of the suck of time"...ah, the beauty of thoughts set free to sail again on the uncharted expanse of dreams. Excellent write Paul
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Paul Willason
Date: 6/4/2024 5:32:00 AM
Thanks John. Old bones make for difficult physical transportation, have to settle for imagination and dream. Fuel em up and off I go ..... Cheers, Paul
Date: 6/3/2024 4:13:00 AM
Incredibly moving Paul, I felt a bit like the ship and experienced the ever gratefulness we get when we are 'seen' by a good friend or just via some human connection. We can often stop still in time and just go through the motions whilst slowly disintegrating (ooh I'm a bag of laughs today! Haha) but suddenly there's a rush of everything that is the essence of us when we connect with other human beings in a meaningful way, given the time and head space. You gift so much with your observations
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Paul Willason
Date: 6/4/2024 5:28:00 AM
Many thanks DD...your comments are absorbing...you extract so much from a poem which speaks to that exquisite imagination of yours. ...value your insights very much. Always a pleasure to receive and read. Take care...
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Date: 6/3/2024 4:13:00 AM
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Date: 6/3/2024 3:59:00 AM
Wow what a wonderful poem so brilliantly written….l was there sailing away with you Paul! I love ruins and wrecks, taking photos of them and wondering what their history is….the stories and secrets they hold! Really felt this one Paul! Bootiful!! Debx
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Paul Willason
Date: 6/4/2024 5:21:00 AM
Agree, wrecks and ruins carry a sense of mystery and stimulate the imagination, a puzzle almost pleading to be put together. Many thanks Deb for spending time in the poem...valued my friend.

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