SHIP-SHAPE?? NO ... SHIP--WRECK!!

SHIP-SHAPE?? NO ... SHIP-WRECK!!

I used to be a sailing-ship,

Of sleek and slender line.

And, when in stately, fullest sail,

Some elegance was mine.

I sailed the seas delightedly,

To me, no port was ever dull.

But then, one day, something hit

And tore apart my vulnerable hull.

Gradually, I began to list,

Then a shuddering, juddering halt.

Act of Neptune? Rock? Or reef??

Who knows? So, no-one’s fault ...

Isolated and marooned,

I now lie sadly grounded.

Unable to get going,

But not completely foundered.

Oh, how I long to go to sea,

And sail the seas once more.

It is a cherished, longed-for hope,

For I still hear the ocean’s roar.

* Poem written March, 2018

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Bu, though I hear the ocean's roar,

I still can't go to sea .....

No longer ship-shape, now ship-wreck ...

How I hate ... M.E. .....!

* Updated, June 2021

Ffion