Lifeboat

The fog blanket, thick and impenetrable

Surrounds the lifeboat, adrift, utterly alone

The only sound the slap of water

I row because I must, though I don't know where I'm going

To rest, to lay down the oars, and let the Sea have its way

Would be sweet, my weary labors unavailing

In a world that is grey ahead, and grey behind

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i see this as allegorical....literally lost because of the blanket of fog...
can't see ahead or behind...
but we get lost in life as well...and sometimes think about laying down the oars and giving up...
this is intense...the analogy done so well.
j.

[Brad]

Very kind, thank you!

[barleygirl]

This is how most of my life felt. I was stupid beyond belief about many things & sometimes it pains me to look back. That's why I try not to! It's only much later on that we realize everyone has been rowing around in thick fog, so we don't feel so stupid for doing it too! I love the simplicity of your storytelling style, but I keep hating the word "utterly" . . . it just sounds overly dramatic compared to the rest of your more understated way of word painting here (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lea Sheryn]

Interesting. You bring your scene to life.

[Brad]

Thank you!

[Lea Sheryn]

You're welcome. :-)))))

[Relic]

There's a metaphor within this. You're a really good writer. Keep it up.

[Brad]

Very kind, thanks, if I'm allowed to say so, I did like this one.

[Relic]

ha, You're allowed. :)