There is a sadness at the sight
of this wreck of a boat,
beached on a brick pad,
paralyzed and deprived
of riding the tides or being swung
on a mooring line by waves
and wind. It sits as a curiosity
to attract a passing eye,
a ruptured monument to the precincts
maritime history. With a gaping
hole and peeling paint
it is a mere caricature
stripped of dignity.
On walks I often pass it or sit
nearby as if in silent vigil
or just to keep it company
for a while. I would like
to see it given a fate
more fitting than being an exhibit
of progressive decay.
Silly of me perhaps to endow it
with worth and be moved
to write these words and do honor
to the hands that made it,
feel a sense of sorrow
as a weathered soul
is sometimes inclined to do
when confronted by such a sight.
March
March, the mooring line of equinox,
A time for all to flush from their covert,
Reverberates the spring zing,
Children caper across green meadows,
Humour climbs the seventh heaven !
Written August 11th, 2015
For contest by Charlotte
Spring Rain For Hindenburg
2 Spring fronts had gathered on the East Coast
Creating an overcharged atmosphere.
Germany to 'Jersey'--3 days at most--
The "Floating Palace" had Max Pruss to steer.
804 ft. long! Quite Gigantic!
With 97 passengers and crew,
78 ft. shy of 'Titanic',
16 cells of hydrogen's how she flew.
200 ground crew (soaked) cast mooring line
As 12 hours late, she came in high and game.
The Hindenburg: "Titanic of the sky"...
Took 35 souls as she burst in flame.
~by deborah burch©
5/07/2012
a different place
in a long ago time
when we were together
when you were mine
we could have made it
we might have been fine
it was the outside influences
that started the decline
too many headaches
for one lifetime
a steep, rocky mountain
which you can not climb
we started the drift
lost our mooring line
no way back
no longer entertwined
separate lives
that can't realign
we accepted the failure
and became resigned
an end to the love affair
a poem with out rhyme
a different place
in a long ago time
when we were together
when you were mine
we could have made it
we might have been fine
it was outside influences
that started the decline
too many headaches
for one lifetime
a steep, rocky mountain
which you can not climb
we started the drift
lost our mooring line
no way back
no longer entertwined
separate lives
that can't realign
we accepted the failure
and became resigned
an end to the love affair
a poem with out rhyme
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