Jack Growden

Rookie - 278 Points (1997 / Townsville, Australia)

Driftwood at Sunset Poem by Jack Growden


Far abreast of distant moored-up boats
The quiescent air engulfs each lung.
You taste briny salt upon your tongue;
As without haste, nonplussed driftwood floats,
While the owl's elegy is grimly sung
And waves give resonance to her notes.

Such monotony is the sunset norm
With a warning whispered by the breeze-
The driftwood was once one of those trees
Standing, whose sap ran vivid and warm.
He, whose trunk stood against the gales with ease,
Is now reduced to decrepit form.

Hear him cry out advice you should heed
Well before you too suffer his fate.
Trust him, for your vigour will abate
As age and death will never concede.
Hence achieve your wishes and do not wait
Until you are frail and rusty-kneed.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 30, 2014

Topic of this poem: sunset


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Copyright Jack Growden 2013. Inspired by a beautiful place on an island off the coast of Queensland. Enjoy! Please rate and comment on my work, also. Thanks for reading.

Comments about this poem (Driftwood at Sunset by Jack Growden )

  • Rookie - 278 Points Jack Growden (10/20/2013 5:17:00 PM)

    Thanks for your feedback Danny. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 347 Points Danny Draper (10/20/2013 4:10:00 PM)

    Gather ye drift wood while ye may. A fine tree burial, driftwood slowly eroded and smoothed and sculptured gradually diminishing in a travelling exhibition of its ever revealed inner art. But alas as well stated in this piece, life is ephemeral and fragile, live it while ye may. Enjoyed the rhyming scheme, drawn deftly emphasising the relaxed intonation of the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,478 Points Diane Hine (10/19/2013 9:47:00 AM)

    One of the best driftwood spots I remember is 'The Edge of the World' in Tasmania. I wrote about it in a poem called 'Captain Bryce in Tasmania'. Sounds like a wonderful place to visit in Queensland one day. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 278 Points Jack Growden (10/19/2013 6:10:00 AM)

    Thanks again Mark! So true. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 33 Points Mark Dillon (10/19/2013 6:08:00 AM)

    Good Jack, time waits for no man, enjoyed it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 278 Points Jack Growden (10/15/2013 3:58:00 PM)

    Thank you George, I'm currently experimenting with different rhyming schemes, in particular, to try and achieve different tones/moods in my writing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie George Price (10/15/2013 11:53:00 AM)

    Great stuff, I really really love this! A lovely lulling tone. (Report) Reply

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