Tonight's Poet Corner: I Found A Boat
I Found A Boat
by Belinda Roddie
How small and unsettled it is;
marred by seawater's smile, it sits
restlessly beside a dock with broken
teeth. Salty smirks and crooked grins
everywhere. It does not enjoy enduring
the sting of the winter elements.
If it rains, the paint will be stripped
away further. Like layers of clothing
removed, its body is exposed. Cold
gray flesh deprived of blood and heat,
it achieves rigor mortis without having
an actual death to die. Or an actual life
to live.
by Belinda Roddie
How small and unsettled it is;
marred by seawater's smile, it sits
restlessly beside a dock with broken
teeth. Salty smirks and crooked grins
everywhere. It does not enjoy enduring
the sting of the winter elements.
If it rains, the paint will be stripped
away further. Like layers of clothing
removed, its body is exposed. Cold
gray flesh deprived of blood and heat,
it achieves rigor mortis without having
an actual death to die. Or an actual life
to live.
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