Odissea is our 46 foot Ketch rigged sailboat and also our home. But more than that we hold each other’s lives in our hands. If she faulters, we do also. If she fails, we do also. It is our obligation to our mutual health and safety .

The Vessel

She’s become our home
A place of rest where we
Recoup as we now roam
Upon an azure living sea

A living thing she has become
With moods and foibles to be sure
She speaks in quiet volumes
As she works o’re liquid moors

Her simple needs are daily met
Lest she fail in trial through thoughtlessness
Symbiosis and true respect
We are to her as she is to us

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-20 at 20:23

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Simple and well done, Joe. You are living my brother's dream. I spent a week sailing with him a couple of years ago. It was fun, but I was quite happy to return to shore. Only a select few are true mariners.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well done. I often wonder if the the things that are man-made have a "soul". Perhaps an imprint of our being contained there. Of course all the major religions would call me very wrong for suggesting such a thing. But still the thought is there. I liked the rhymes here too. Mine have been rather unimaginative lately.

Nice read. I always loved my last car.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this poem and the feeling of oneness between the two of you and the boat. This is beautiful.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
A beautiful acknowledgment and statement of a wondrous life.

Perfect harmony, the true sailors have such relationships with their boat. You have a wonderful life.