Shaped like a miniature
Sea vessel
Resting upon the shore
Abandoned by the spirits
That quietly rode aboard
Look closely at its stern
Too exhausted to endure
Any further adventure
She sits waiting with
Head bowed
Waiting still
For understanding
To remain or go ashore.
written by Pauline
(inspired by photo Angel Dust via Quasar)
copyright 2006
4 comments:
Hi Pauline, bautiful
simple and simply charming
love it.
Hope you are having a nice day
PS - The photo on my post
was courtesy of
Angel Dust
Dear Pauline
Your poem made me weep/sob.
Today, these words reached the depths of my soul, as I feel like the “tattered vessel” I see… Not, the Aladdin’s lamp “it is”!
Thank you. Wonderful addition to the image and to dearest Quasar’s words.
I would like to have a copy, with your permission
Warm wishes of love and joy
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