Sunday, August 19, 2012

Magpie 131

Under Windsor Bridge ~ Adolphe Valette 



He stands, shoulders hunched
against the bone chilling mist
waiting for his ship to come in
for his life to begin.
How did he arrive at this place
what twist of fate
brought him to this pier
alone .. so little to show
for a life half over .. half lived.
He stares with eyes that do not see 
waiting for a ship 
that will never come.




36 comments:

  1. Does he feel he's missed the boat? I think we all reach that point somewhere in a mid-life crisis ...

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  2. Somehow you impart a feeling of waiting in your version of the image - it sits well with your words.

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  3. Poor man, I guess we have all felt at least a little like that. But I assure you, my boat is always in! :-)

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  4. wow...harsh life...but in the end we are a product of the decisions we make, whether we choose to see them or not....

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  5. Waiting for something that would never show up is quite painful !!!

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  6. Sad, but true for so many. Great poem.

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  7. Yes if we don't pay attention- we miss opportunities all over! thanks.

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  8. really painful....For a life half over
    Half lived.....nice lines...

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  9. I really liked this one. Well done!

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  10. Sad ending, yet great story!

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  11. Waiting for the ship which will ever come is a soul-destroying experience. So very sadly.

    But you've told the story so well.

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  12. it's painful to see decisons made in the past sinking the boat that should have come in.

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  13. Reading this in light of the news of Tony Scott leaping from a bridge makes it that much more poignant. You have captured that illusive quality of despair of all hope.

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  14. I agree with Jacqui ... I was stunned by the news of his suicide.

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  15. Suits the misty view and terrible pocketed hands! Well done. k.

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  16. The ship that never comes...sigh...

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  17. so sad....we should never give up on that ship!

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  18. Regret seems to have come too late - very poignant.

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  19. I like the double entendre of a life half over half lived.

    =)

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  20. How often in life do we wait for something that will never come...you have so aptly conveyed that here.

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  21. It's a pity. Whatever had happened that he's resigned to such a fate? We come to the crossroad at a time when we are most vulnerable. Happens to many people. Nice write Helen, but sadly, though!

    Hank

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  22. Indeed it seems he is becalmed, well done, Helen

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  23. This was hauntingly beautiful and very realistic. Time flies, whether we are having fun or not, doesn't it?

    Kathy M.

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  24. This embodies the unfulfilled optimism of a hard life. Beautiful.

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  25. Wow. Truly a wonderful tale on the subject.

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  26. very nice: like a quiet waiting for godot :^)

    thanks for visiting me. awesome company indeed.


    kj

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  27. I think your reflective insights and the sad feel you have created demonstrate talents and wisdom inherent in you Helen. Your person in the fog has little hope... 'waiting for life to begin.' I love your work here. Thank you for sharing. =D

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  28. Nooo, I have waited for a ship to come in, so to speak. I never thought to take the photo there :). Good take.

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  29. Half lived. Unable to comprehend the consequences...

    It's as of he doesn't realize he is hoping in vain... You captured this well.

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  30. your imagery perfectly matches the poem

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  31. Ah, but there is hope in the believing that the ship might just make it in!

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  32. Perfect for the prompt, Helen. Nice write!

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  33. Hopelessness and despair amazingly captured.

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  34. It's hard. That feeling of being lost, but still we wait. Nicely penned, Helen.

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  35. This is SO powerful, Helen. This line says so much:
    "For a life half over
    Half lived"
    I ache for him...and long to FULLY live what's left of my own. Poignant, potent piece.

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