My final poetic submission for today! This poem is, funnily enough, also available in The Wondering Wanderer: Alexander Collections Alpha (don't worry there are other poems in there too. The Wakeful Dreamer has some excellent ones too...) available from now, until the end of days right HERE on ye olde faithful Amazon!
This poem was inspired by me good ol' Dad or, more specifically by his art. See me old man's a painter, I got the word talent and he got the music and picture style art genes, they skipped me, apparently. That's not his painting up there but it's similar....
Fogbound
Drifting, slipping through the fog, Waves slapping upon the side, Of this silent lonely barq, Cargo locked up tight within, Destination unknown. Drifting, Slipping Lifted Dropped Fogbound Blinded Lost.... Fog permeates, infiltrates, fills, deadens, Tendrils clammy caress the sail Spreading silently through the decks, Exploring this empty space unchecked, The cargo unopened, Destination unknown. Waves and fog they set the course, No one stands to man the helm, Empty, drifting fogbound course, Powerless to choose where to go, Blinded by stark featureless blank, Destination unknown, Never to know. Are the crew sleeping, did they die, Have they all left, who knows why? Who is remaining to set the course, Steer the tiller, set the sail? Empty seemingly, drifting without purpose, Cargo held safely inside for now, The only crew or passengers the salt spray and fog, A sea bird perhaps, or adventurous fish, No purpose or destination in mind, it seems, Surely one day the fog gets left behind? Then shall the crew awaken, Then shall the captain set course, Then shall the cargo be delivered or opened, Sails belly full, sunlight shine from hull, Destination be known? But now there is only the fog, Filling the cargo, unloved and unopened, No song or sunlight filter down, The space it is empty and desolate, The cargo, fogbound, sits alone.