The Old Boat – a narrative poem – by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“…. 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

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60 responses to “The Old Boat – a narrative poem – by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. This is excellent: I love the idea of giving a voice to an old boat. The phrase ‘across the adventure of waters’ is wonderful. The ending carries a similar message to ‘Do not go gentle into that good night.’

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  2. Enjoyed reading the voice of a boat.
    These lines are moving and insightful :-
    now this might be my last as my time
    is well past, but I’d rather sink than
    be scuttled on clay.

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  3. well shiver me timbers, a sailors sinking swan song!

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  4. There’s life in the old girl yet. Bon voyage 🙂

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  5. That frail bark that went to sea
    might have been humanity
    or was it merely you or me?

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  6. Beverly Crawford

    You quite eloquently put yourself into the mind of an old boat …. and took us along for the voyage!

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  7. I identify with the boat (lol)…..some creaks and groans….but not ready for dry dock quite yet!

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  8. Paul, This is a very thought-provoking poem and brings so many ideas and images about how life should end. So beautiful! ❤ Wishing you smooth sailing!

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  9. An old boat is the perfect analogy for we ‘ancients.’ A thoroughly enjoyable bit of poetry …..

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  10. This is such a lovely poem Paul.

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  11. Don’t we all want to go out with dignity?

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  12. What an excellent voice you gave the old boat… and ending up mudstuck at shore has to be the worse end for any rider of waves.

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  13. I love your perfect metaphor for growing old and contemplating dying. These are the lines that leapt off the screen at me:

    and I wait for the sea to wash me clean
    of all that human debris,

    Like

  14. Thank you for writing this poem. I could easily visualize the creaky boat anticipating his (I’m not sure why but the voice to me was a male one) one last time crossing the sea. He’d rather leave the world doing what he loves to do than sit around in the muck. You have conveyed so much in a few lines. Well done!

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  15. The soul of a boat is speaking. 😉 Sometimes dealing with old things is really reminiscent of disturbing the peace of the dead. Michael

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  16. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

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  17. lync56

    Beautiful poem but a little sad

    >

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