At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write using the narrative voice.
“…. it is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.” Edgar Lee Masters
The Old Boat I creak and groan like an arthritic bone, my timbers are brittle and fey, and I'm uncertain of my future but they are taking me once again across the adventure of waters that thrill my boards and fill my sheets with risk and the trample of my deck, and I wait for the sea to wash me clean of all that human debris, now this might be my last as my time is well past, but I'd rather sink than be scuttled on clay. ©Paul Vincent Cannon