Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Growing Old Is A Shipwreck In Slow Motion


Shipwreck - Ivan Aivazovsky, 1854

 

Growing old is a shipwreck in slow motion.
   My helm no longer answers to the wheel.
I’m at the mercy of the wind and ocean.
   Decay has made a horror of my keel.
My prow is broken and my sails are tattered.
   The surge threatens to spill me in the drink.
If I should hit a reef, I will be shattered.
   If I try to outrun this storm, I’ll sink.
I look for calm. But there is only one
   That will embrace me when this squall is spent:
The calm after my journeying is done.
   When this old hull’s buried in sediment,
      I’ll take my lifelong promised place below
      And from the great deep to the great deep go. 

 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells

2 comments:

Elijah said...

Beautiful

Molly said...

Fine piece of work to go along with fine storm painting.