There is often a vague sadness
that emanates from the boats
in the ramshackle marina
The boats, aground at low tide,
bereft of their purpose,
wait for their meaning to return
Later, afloat once again,
they’ve made their peace
with the return of the water
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Thanks T. I was thinking more
Thanks T. I was thinking more like using an image imbedded with the writing. The avatars will show up in so many other areas that it might be confusing. Including images is allowed on another site I belong too, and it adds a nice visual addition to poetry postings.
LOL, I wish I had a boat near Elba, or hell, maybe even near the Jersey shore for that matter - not picky! Thanks for your kind thoughts about this piece, and glad you liked it!
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I do not believe...
that the thought of publishing images along with your work has ever been discussed, however, I do think that it may not be feasible. I do think that Teddy's suggestion is a viable solution. A very image evoking piece of work. I can picture it. ~ Geez.
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Thanks Stan!
Thanks Stan!
I belong to another poetry site that allows this. Pretty straightforward for the user - just click the button and go find the file on your PC or device. But I also understand that it might not be right for Neopoet. I'll bring it up at the next council meeting and see what we see.
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Along the Levee
Hello, Michael,
What a wonderful piece. So vivid. I love the personification you've used. I can feel the sadness and the confusion of not knowing one's purpose. Ramshackle, aground, bereft - all perfect words to describe the loneliness. I thing we all have felt this way through different phases of our lives, waiting for our purpose, the peace felt when we reconnect. Wonderful title - it felt like I arrived before even reading your poem.
Thank you!
L
Thank you L! Love your
Thank you L! Love your insights into this piece. Definitely familiar feelings at various times in my life.
Be well!
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