You sit now
stranded,
moored to nothing,
going nowhere,
your bilges dry,
your engines shut
down
and
up
inside the salt-rusted
skin, pocked with rot,
where once you
sliced across
the water's top,
a vessel full
of
life,
bow and stern,
prop and anchor,
never
ever
in your mindless
dreams believing
you would stop,
and
no one
would even care-
no sailors,
no cargo,
no sunrises,
sunsets,
waves and beasts of the
deep
to sound their fare-thee-wells,
no more those chimed
8 bells,
you,
now stopped,
docked
and
alas,
forgot.
_______
Derelict:
http://beautyineverything.com/5096209757
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 4:42 AM UTC
You sit now
stranded,
moored to nothing,
going nowhere,
your bilges dry,
your engines shut
down
and
up
inside the salt-rusted
skin, pocked with rot,
where once you
sliced across
the water's top,
a vessel full
of
life,
bow and stern,
prop and anchor,
never
ever
in your mindless
dreams believing
you would stop,
and
no one
would even care-
no sailors,
no cargo,
no sunrises,
sunsets,
waves and beasts of the
deep
to sound their fare-thee-wells,
no more those chimed
8 bells,
you,
now stopped,
docked
and
alas,
forgot.
_______
Derelict:
http://beautyineverything.com/5096209757
d.
20 Oct.10