The Lonely Ship
The lonely ship
Crossing the Pacific Ocean and into The Indian Ocean
is tiresome even for a ship, days of calm bloody water
we have been abandoned.
It is beautiful but, it is like watching Mona Lisa for, say,
two months without getting fed up with the lady.
It lifts the spirit seeing another ship coming up of the horizon
in front of us; positioned near close enough to see the crew
wave or criticize the rust and colours.
Blue and yellow have they no taste!
It was enlivening we were able to talk and smile again lately
we had fallen into a sulky silence, no good for the moral
and the chief steward told the cook to fry more eggs for
the evening meal thanks to the visit from a ghastly ship that
was so badly colour- coordinated.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2021
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