meshed within the creases,
a smile of contentment
12/02/2021
The creases on his face,
showed signs of a thousand suns
The callouses on his palms,
a thousand moons
His eyes held a thousand stories,
for each time he went to sea
Now, the beached empty hull,
of a weathered boat
Broken mast, torn sail attached,
hanging over the bow
The worn out oars,
and the tethered net,
rusted harpoon, knife blade tied
Strewn about, hooks,
empty cans, labeled baits,
an uncorked pewter flask,
a fishing pole
Ask and one would learn
He wouldn’t change his life
He wouldn’t give up his memories,
of each time he came through the storm,
withstood the scorching sun,
and those hard cold dawns.
For meshed within those creases,
a smile of contentment.
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Author:
SureshG (
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Comments6
How bloomin wonderful is that eh' .. mega muchly & then some ............. N
Oh! How I’d like to listen to them those stories
Thanks for your generosity
A contented persons smile proves harmony.
Doesn’t it though
Thanks
A fine write, S.G.
I resemble those remarks at 83.
I bet you have a thousand stories as well
A vivid painterly piece, Suresh.
I would vote for the last stanza anytime - plus the preceding lines which gave it context.
Thanks for the write.
Thanks for visiting
Those smiles of contentment are in many who have reached a good age and enjoyed all their liofe.
Andy
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