And why this boat?
It's red prehensile sail
Gathering the wind
Careering on a reach
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I feel this poem deep in my skin I feel it's heart wrenchin ache Thank you Tom full marks
Has many waves. Your expression of grief is so sad but I hope it helps you and maybe others. Such beautiful writing.
I hope so too. I think the help of friends like you is a big factor. But it is best not to hide from grief.
Very enjoyable. I especially liked these lines: Beyond my sure control. I am alone below a sallow sky, Propelled to no purpose Upon an endless sea. and these: And the deep horizon fades As I am bound upon The whims of ruthless tides.
Thanks, Kim. Luckily that wave of depression has eased. Maybe writing about it really does work!
I wrote it soon after my wife died in October. We both liked boats and most of the time being married to her was like being on a luxury yacht on calm seas. But with her no longer at the helm, after the initial shock, I felt rudderless. You are a boating person, if I recall, so you will understand the feelings. The red sail refers to a Mirror Dinghy I once owned.