- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Mothball Fleet
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Just scraps of steel or instruments of fate?
A hull once gray now streaked with rust a weep.
A page in time will surely know their dates.
Some thousands in the deep and dark await,
a kill in war, a victim of defeat.
Just scraps of steel or instruments of fate?
Begrimed, a home for fish and ghosts of late,
their ribs have burst their playground decks a heap.
A page in time will surely know their dates.
Some sunk by engineers, by order placed.
Old Neptune needs the tribute of a reef.
Just scraps of steel or instruments of fate?
But I have rode these ships of steel and plate,
and I have braced their rails before the deep.
A page in time will surely know their dates.
Victims of time, struck off, out of date,
now see them bound, a silence now they keep.
Just scraps of steel or instruments of fate?
A page in time will surely know their dates.
- COMMENTS
SweetOblivionover 12 years agoExcellently formed and rhythmic poetry after such a long dearth - well done indeed. S.O.
Angelineover 12 years agoNot many take on this form and write a poem that is both coherent and laden with meaningful imagery. I'd quibble with some of the punnctuation especially in line two, which I think should maybe be a'weep... But I really enjoyed reading it. Thank you.
