Reposting this for Friday Writings #216: Just Dance
This isn't a post about a formal dance, but rather an observation of the movement, timing, and grace required for the greatest performance of all—life.
I noticed this boat during a quiet moment on my way home from work. Seeing it in that state, I felt a wave of emotion—a sudden, grounding reminder of the constant dance of life.
The Old Boat
Towering waves, I twirled with grace,
Fierce storms, momentary embrace,
Sang to the gulls, melodies carefree,
Flirted with the fishes silver and glee.
To wind’s might, my sails aligned,
Salt and Sun in journey intertwined,
Forces then I braved, as a child’s play,
Those memories now softly sway.
Old and abandoned is today’s reality,
Time is relentless in its truth or cruelty,
To kings and paupers, its march unkind,
In its silent hands, all destinies entwined.
Highly admirable poem it is.
ReplyDeleteIt is wonderful how you gave beauty and life to this old boat that you found in such a poignant state of decay.
ReplyDeleteOh, that's lovely! I'm very fond of boats.
ReplyDeleteWhat a free and visual poem Love how he twirled with grace and flirted with the fishes
ReplyDeleteTime is relentless in its truth or cruelty, - that line packs a punch
ReplyDeleteThat sway of life is the universal dance
ReplyDeleteChildhood play is great but nothing given in our older days.
ReplyDeleteThe memories of dancing on the waves are still wonderful things to have.
ReplyDeleteYou gave this boat a fun life!
ReplyDeletePerfect balance between comfort and performance. Shipshape Boat Detailing
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