Thursday, September 18, 2008

135. Driftwood


Poem 105, 'Jilted', was the first of my efforts at expressing mental pictures aroused by different aspects of my friend, Margaret's print. Now I have rotated the art-work and the scene has changed.

DRIFTWOOD

The row-boat was where they had left it,
Beached by a rising tide.
By storms it was battered and broken,
An outcast, it lay on its side.
But the seagulls flew from the ocean
To wish it one last goodbye,
And the old boat rocked to the motion
Of sand and sea and sky.

10 comments:

ChefDruck said...

I love the idea of rocking to the motion of sand and sea and sky. Nice allitaration.

RAJI MUTHUKRISHNAN said...

Touching.

Tabor said...

I was going over comments on my blog and didn't know if I had responded to your lantana comment. It is an annual here and I grow mine in a pot. sorry I am so sloooow.

Indrani said...

Could visualize it almost!

RAJI MUTHUKRISHNAN said...

Such poignancy there , a feeling of happy days gone past......

RAJI MUTHUKRISHNAN said...

Brenda, I think I wrote a comment and saved it, but I am not sure.
So am writing it again.

There is a great sense of poignancy in this verse, of happy days gone past, a nostalgia...

Bear Naked said...

Brenda
We haven't "heard" from you for a week.
Hopefully everything is fine with you and your family.

Bear((( )))

Darlene said...

Your poem was a painting is verse. Lovely.

Anonymous said...

I should ask my good friend to write poems for all my prints with titles! Thanks, Brenda Anonymous

Kat said...

The row-boat's acknowledgement to the seagulls was indeed touching.