dry docked hiatus

to con a soul after sole
search light turns dim
lifting up empty arms

in woeful consolation
sweeping unrevealing
glassy surface, mirror
back abysmal esteem:

an anchor rusts lone-
somely stalwart by a
jetty pillar, seeking a
charitable eye's gaze

where wantonness of
-gale-force impunity
once ruled the seas ●



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Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-12-11 at 11:32

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
There is nothing sadder than an old ship in dry dock. This piece portends something for us all. Very well written.
2015-12-17



I loved the image. Really makes you think. Good one.
2015-12-12



A lonely write. Oh the poor wanton anchor.
2015-12-11