Passing

Fay Slimm.

 

Passing.

 

Time passing idly

cargo boat hatches lie

open and empty, yet

tide flows for ever

while rust grows its cover

denser each month.

 

Rot claims dusty rigging

of wreck-docked ships.

Comments12

  • Saxon Crow

    There's something always lamentable about old forgotten things. Wonderfully expressed here Fay

    • Fay Slimm.

      Yes - lamentable is the very word for these boats with so many tales to tell -- thanks Sax for your thoughts after reading Passing.

    • Goldfinch60

      Such true words Fay.

      Andy

      • Fay Slimm.

        A look at one of these rusting old boats Andy always makes me heave a sigh - they have been on many oceans no doubt and carried people or goods until bad leaks appeared.

      • orchidee

        Good write Fay.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Thanks dear Orchi.

        • Rozina

          A vivid scene emerges from these lines. Something sad about this picture.

          • Fay Slimm.

            I agree my friend - it is always so sad to see vessels that once roamed the seas anow rusty wrecks . Glad you were able to see the picture I tried to pen .

          • L. B. Mek

            'a Time, before
            a snapshot
            of Tomorrow's, derelict
            office towers
            that inevitability, rust
            of change
            in the name of progress..'
            still
            even our relics, serve
            a purpose
            for
            behold, this Poetry
            they helped blossom
            in-to reality..
            as we thank you! dear Fay
            for sharing
            your insightful wisdom
            so generously

            • Fay Slimm.

              Your generous comment is greatly appreciated my friend - agreed that naught man-made lasts forever but rusty relics of boats always make me sigh.

            • SureshG

              Abandoned - a town, a neighborhood, a railway station, a fort, a building, a factory, a house, a car, a tricycle, a toy, and yes those beached ships and boats that I pass by, always trigger my mind to imagine their tales lost to time - that your post so eloquently lay out.

              Sorry for the lengthy response

            • SureshG

              Abandoned - a town, a neighborhood, a railway station, a fort, a building, a factory, a house, a car, a tricycle, a toy, and yes those beached ships and boats that I pass by, always trigger my mind to imagine their tales lost to time - that your post so eloquently lay out.

              Sorry for the lengthy response

              • Fay Slimm.

                No apology needed Suresh - your words tell of things abandoned that could tell so many tales - - perhaps poets peer deeper and imagine their hey-days about which they can write - - so pleased you dropped by for a read.

              • LaurađŸŒ»

                My Dear Fay,

                Your well penned poem and accompanying pic reminded me of my ancestors
the piscators. All gone!! Somewhat sad; but then I’m reminded of their contributions to this amazing planet.
                Thank you for sharing.

                LaurađŸŒ»

                • Fay Slimm.

                  My pleasure is to be writing on subjects which remind readers of happier times dear friend - many thanks Laura for stopping by for a read of Passing.

                • Christina8

                  A beautiful write about these forgotten treasures with so much to tell us.....very well written!

                  • Fay Slimm.

                    Many thanks Christina for your visit and comment on the relics which once were so useful at sea. They were at one time such treasures I really agree..

                  • ChrisLyn🕊

                    Good one fay

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Some picture painted - another thumbs up.

                  • Neville



                    a sad sight to see, a delight to read .. x

                    • Fay Slimm.

                      Bless ya and thank you for the sad but delightful comment.



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