Coming to the promised land. South Florida home of the newly wed and nearly dead. I watch the clouds role by for today seems like yesterday and the day before. The same faces pass my eye. I say hello and say good bye.
If per chance we should speak it is what one did what one ate . When asked of future plans no one can give a date. I suspect at this stage in life what we know of the future we do not speak. So I sit here in quiet contemplation my mind wonders visualizing past embarkations and friends no longer my companions. Oh past tense how I embrace you although so long ago. Let us knot speak of future endeavors. The past like a old blanket provides a profound comfort.
Categories:
embarkations, allusion,
Form: Bio
Ever since the creation of boats
Man was inspired by the Arc of Noah
The sailor started his journey at sea
To explore the ocean in various embarkations
Requiring lot of endurance and patience
A very perilous and tedious job
Exposing himself to the perils of the waters
The tar risks his life to feed his family
Most of the time being at sea
His dear ones miss him frequently
Travelling from one country to another
He lands in different ports of the world
Exposing himself to storms and tsunamis
He has to fight against the corsairs
Father, father when will you be back?
Asks the little boy with an innocent voice
Can he answer the kid?
As many uncertainties await him at sea
Sailor, sailor your life is at stake
Every now and then you need a break
Although your mind tosses over the ocean
Yet your heart is always at home
As there is no guarantee about your future
What will happen to your wife and children?
Categories:
embarkations, boat, child, children, creation,
Form: Prose Poetry