Bordering on the edge of anxiety
Proud and aching I lie here comfortably
Gazing at the Lillies and the flickering flames
I know I’ve done the best I can
For the first time to my name
Not up until the sunrise or late with the moon
Today I finished properly, and It feels too good to be true
It wasn’t that I planned it, a timescale ship shape
It was that I didn’t stop, relentless until this date
I prey tomorrow goes well
I hope it goes to plan
I will wake up early and double check not scan
I will not skim the surface
I will go in, go hard
There’s no room for failure
I’ve plans beyond this yard
Draw a line under the chapter
And in to the next
The world is waiting
Let’s spice up the context
Let’s have a little light aboard the ship that sails the sea
And move along the galley dancing happily
But not tonight I’m broken
My body stiff and sore
I’ll just lie here and watch the Lillies and the flickering flames some more.
Category: Boat Life
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The swallow came and rest upon the gravestone
It closed its eyes and felt the captain there
An old friend looking out over the landscape
Smoking his pipe and perfuming the air
It missed the warmth it felt seeing the ship at sea
It wondered if the captain would ever sail again
Or would he be a swallow too or even a shark
An eternity on land, a hell it could not construe
Why did they put you in the ground?
Surely you were better suited at sea?
How did they not know your wishes?
Your daughter cries aimlessly
For hours she sits beside you and waffles
On about abandonment and grief
Her mother never loved and what happened
Was a child growing up with no relief
She never understood why you left them
Her mother never told her the truth
So in death she doth grab you and hold you close
Making up for the time absent in her life
She tells tales of watching the waves roar
Sunsets while flights of swallows dance
Meandering the rocks and the cliff edge
Hoping to see a fair captain in the distance
I watched her grow on the pebbles
Feeling her way across the shore
Launching her message in a bottle
And now kneeling beside you on the floor
The swallow fluttered above the gravestone
Bid adieu to his land bound friend
Until next time Captain he signaled
And back to the sea it flew -
I hear it like a heartbeat
The chug of hope and more
The diesel boat is coming
It’s nearing at my door
Quick! Get out and listen
Have I been misled?
Is it a similar engine
Of a passing boat instead?
Sometimes it is and sigh I do
As I go back inside
And keep my ears peeled in hope
That the coal boat’s not far behind
I hear it like a heartbeat
Coming from afar
Then suddenly it’s at my stern
And gently cruising past
I’ve missed it nooooo
My heart does race
As I run out and bellow
“Can you top me up?”
They turn to face
Reversing in the shallow
Grab the rope
Pull them in
Tie it off
Relief
All topped up
Happy again
Ready to go
Relief
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