Dry Dock

Dry Dock

 

I felt it once

A fleeting spark of bliss

Then despair’s abyss

Swallowed it whole

 

Do not drop your anchor here

This ship will not sail again

The waves gently lap against the hull

But she is no longer seaworthy

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

I feel marooned or shipwrecked in this excellent write Rubie! I love the metaphor

[rubie]

Thank you. Your kind words are much appreciated.

[icelandicblue]

This reminds me of Emily Dickinson. Life changes pace as does our journey across the sea. This is fraught with layers of meaning. It is an onion of a poem.

[rubie]

To be compared to one of the greatest poets ever! Wow!! Thank you for such lofty praise!
Appreciate the kind words.

[Adam Adams]

Ah.. so philosophical...
I guess, if one compares life as a dock & its moments as sail, the time - as sailor & the winds - as waves, then life'll be more easy to understand that how oceanic it is & how many up and downs it may have to be conquered. What an excellent poetry you've come up with!

[rubie]

thanks so much for your kind review, Adams...

[Adam Adams]

Ah.. am always honored to get waved across your pages. It's been kinda in ages I haven't read anything from you.. but it's always good to back to your heart, Rub. Keep it up!

[rubie]

I've been on hiatus, more or less, since my muse was MIA.....
But thanks for your kind words.

[Adam Adams]

Oh.. I see, but I hope now you are back .. to work & will be waving the wand of art ov'r the site undisguised with your poetic work .. very soon.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we feel that we have nothing left in us, that sea has dried up...and the ship is rusted out...the crew of dreams is now gone...

really strong metaphor here.

[rubie]

yes, sometimes we certainly do....
thanks for the kind review.