Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Rescued (1-Jan-2008)

Being in one play and directing another doesn't leave me much time for original poetry these days. Fortunately, I have a large collection from my younger days as well as some written for my recently lost love to post. This is one of the latter. I'm not sure why boats have fared prominently in some of my poetry as I have never lived near the water. I suspect it's because I find the open water to be a very lonely place and it speaks to me from that loneliness.

In spite of the fact that she did her best to shred my heart, she rescued my from a place much darker than she left me. For that I will always be grateful and I will always love her.

A sandy beach.
A distant squall.
A battered boat.
A weary man lies upon his deck.

An endless ocean.
A burning sun.
A ravaging wind.
A parched man lies upon his deck.

A hole in the boat.
A fleet of sharks.
A circling carrion.
A dying man lies upon his deck.

A fresh boat.
A gentle hand.
A nursing love.
A rescued man stands upon your deck.

5 comments:

Jane Doe said...

I love the progression of this piece. Great job! It is a wonderful poem.

~beth ♥ said...

I like the staccato feel of this one.

Incidentally - what plays are you working on?

Pam said...

I like this piece and I agree with both the previous commentors about the progression and the staccato feel. The repetition makes me feel the rise and fall of the boat on the waves, rocking rocking. Very nice.

The Phantom said...

I am directing the one-act "Sure Thing" by David Ives for Tri-County Players and have a small role in "Inherit The Wind" with The Drama Workshop. That you for asking and all the supportive comments. You guys are great!

~beth ♥ said...

I checked out both sites. Fascinating.