Ships Passing Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

Ships Passing



Ships passing in the dawn
Waving greetings on a golden sea
Reaching out to touch-then gone
Is that the way it's meant to be?

Ships passing in the day
Sensing rhythms quietly
Giving only words away
Is that how it ought to be?

Ships passing in the night
Isn't that all we're meant to be
One sailing left, the other right
And soon between the widening sea.

Wednesday, July 6,1988

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Simply a reflection on the transient or fleeting quality of some acquaintances or relationships. Some are meant for a season of our lives, or briefer. Hopefully, we enrich them and they us as we cross paths.
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Carol Fleming Klein

Carol Fleming Klein

Stoneham, Massachusetts
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