The gravestones still weigh the same.
No-one has altered the dates.
No-one asks why I've come back
again. To see not graves but
that wedge in the river-bank
where the green boat leaned. My years
at home had boulders on them.
The keel never touched water.
My years tugged at weight
no longer there. The ribs now
gave their atoms slowly back.
The boat is no longer boat.
Its ghosts set out at high tide.
Its wake is a coiling script
whose fluency the words trapped
on granite could well envy.
An excellent poem on his past time when he still used to go with the boat. he returned to see the boat but no longer a boat, time had changed this, Despite a lecturer, he wrote such poems most heart touching poems, a true gift for creating poems.5 Stars full on TOP.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
CONGRATULATIONS being chosen by Poem Hunter and Team as The Poet Of The Day. Hoorray! ! I am very happy for you, hope that you will read this one good day