Jan Hansen Poet Sonnet

Unsentimental

Unsentimental 

Overcast this Saturday the clouds are light grey 
letting in light on the dark water.
Only one ship anchored in a bay this morning
It is high in the water, waiting for a birth to fill
the cargo holds with stuff from one port to another.
The ship has a black funnel with two red rings
she is elderly and needs a lick of paint, probably 
from my time in the merchant navy.
I was not a good sailor, was impatient to reach a port
any port would do, as long as I got ashore
away from the floating gossiping village, freedom!
Settled in my old age, I see the futility of sea life.

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Poet Destroyer A January 18, 2022 at 7:50 AM Good day, Jan. I love the imagery here, in some way, I kind of feel like this. However, I will hold on the old age, I'm only a sailor at mind. Getting away from it all sounds like freedom, however I don't feel much of a mark by hiding any kind of feelings. This is a great write. Always. LINDA