shipwrecked -
my vessel
visible below
where in panic I beached it at this unknown shore
upon a deserted hillside I now sit
above the roar and buffeting winds,
a lone bumble bee politely navigates by
to a nearby nectar port-of-call
the grass softly begs me to lay and visit
when up to my ears an angry horn blasts
I regard again
the sea of cars rolling past
and scour the horizon
await my tow
and return to civilization
A worthy post, Chuck, this delightful surprise and contrast of types of shipwrecks. The poem has a piquant feel to it. Nice expansion on your poetry-in-motion piece. Well done - love it! Est : ]
A momentary daydream for your privileged reader. Superb. t x
Like the way you've refined this, the nautical imagery and language serve their purpose well and mislead the reader to the end. Particularly like the image you created of 'the sea of cars rolling past'. Justine
Charles, based on your humor, I'm more inclined to read it as a modern day Gilligan's Island. Good write! ! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet write Charles, civilization huh? I think you better stay put! lol Smiling at you, Tai