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Rowing Boat
Ravaging waves smash against the timber hull of my boat,
I attempt in vain to use my oars against the uncooperative waves,
Rain flies mockingly into my face and into agitated eyes,
The dark water seems to play enticingly with my wooden life support,
Like a taunting spider may view a trapped fly.
My boat sways, rocks, struggles against the hardening waves,
Joinery strains against water.
Arms flail despairingly to operate the wooden
oars inerted by black treacle water,
Stress and worry envelope me as I struggle fruitlessly.
But then you sit down next to me on my damp seat,
You float down to me like a guardian angel,
Taking one of the oars from my hands,
we shall combat this together.
Dictating one oar each against the groping waves, we stabilise the boat.
Through combined strength we proceed to
move away from danger and into calmer waters.
Without you by my side I’ll be in peril,
But together we can migrate towards clear blue horizons.
I attempt in vain to use my oars against the uncooperative waves,
Rain flies mockingly into my face and into agitated eyes,
The dark water seems to play enticingly with my wooden life support,
Like a taunting spider may view a trapped fly.
My boat sways, rocks, struggles against the hardening waves,
Joinery strains against water.
Arms flail despairingly to operate the wooden
oars inerted by black treacle water,
Stress and worry envelope me as I struggle fruitlessly.
But then you sit down next to me on my damp seat,
You float down to me like a guardian angel,
Taking one of the oars from my hands,
we shall combat this together.
Dictating one oar each against the groping waves, we stabilise the boat.
Through combined strength we proceed to
move away from danger and into calmer waters.
Without you by my side I’ll be in peril,
But together we can migrate towards clear blue horizons.
Published 9th Mar 2010
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9th Mar 2010 7:57pm
...that are said to guide sailors out of danger, but your evocative solution to stormy waters seems to work nicely too. I should add that I've been in this real life situation a few times and the angel you write about never appeared for me - so I'm kinda jealous!
(You might wanna nuke that typo in line 13 btw)
(You might wanna nuke that typo in line 13 btw)
12th Mar 2010 6:20pm
yet beautiful poem. Your guardian angel coming to your rescue was a fine touch. The last line "But together we can migrate towards clear blue horizons" allows one to feel hope, it's such a blissful ending.
