against a bone chilling mist
waiting for his ship to come in
for his life to begin
how did he arrive at this place
how did he arrive at this place
what twist of fate
brought him to this pier
alone .. with little to show
for a life half over .. half lived
he stares with unseeing eyes
waiting for the ship
that will never come
Does he feel he's missed the boat? I think we all reach that point somewhere in a mid-life crisis ...
ReplyDeleteSomehow you impart a feeling of waiting in your version of the image - it sits well with your words.
ReplyDeletePoor man, I guess we have all felt at least a little like that. But I assure you, my boat is always in! :-)
ReplyDeletewow...harsh life...but in the end we are a product of the decisions we make, whether we choose to see them or not....
ReplyDeleteWaiting for something that would never show up is quite painful !!!
ReplyDeleteSad, but true for so many. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteYes if we don't pay attention- we miss opportunities all over! thanks.
ReplyDeletereally painful....For a life half over
ReplyDeleteHalf lived.....nice lines...
Very nicely done. Poignant.
ReplyDeleteI really liked this one. Well done!
ReplyDeleteSad ending, yet great story!
ReplyDeleteWaiting for the ship which will ever come is a soul-destroying experience. So very sadly.
ReplyDeleteBut you've told the story so well.
it's painful to see decisons made in the past sinking the boat that should have come in.
ReplyDeleteReading 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.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Jacqui ... I was stunned by the news of his suicide.
ReplyDeleteSuits the misty view and terrible pocketed hands! Well done. k.
ReplyDeleteThe ship that never comes...sigh...
ReplyDeleteso sad....we should never give up on that ship!
ReplyDeleteRegret seems to have come too late - very poignant.
ReplyDeleteI like the double entendre of a life half over half lived.
ReplyDelete=)
How often in life do we wait for something that will never come...you have so aptly conveyed that here.
ReplyDeleteIt'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!
ReplyDeleteHank
Indeed it seems he is becalmed, well done, Helen
ReplyDeleteThis was hauntingly beautiful and very realistic. Time flies, whether we are having fun or not, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteKathy M.
This embodies the unfulfilled optimism of a hard life. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWow. Truly a wonderful tale on the subject.
ReplyDeletevery nice: like a quiet waiting for godot :^)
ReplyDeletethanks for visiting me. awesome company indeed.
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kj
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
ReplyDeleteNooo, I have waited for a ship to come in, so to speak. I never thought to take the photo there :). Good take.
ReplyDeleteHalf lived. Unable to comprehend the consequences...
ReplyDeleteIt's as of he doesn't realize he is hoping in vain... You captured this well.
your imagery perfectly matches the poem
ReplyDeleteAh, but there is hope in the believing that the ship might just make it in!
ReplyDeletePerfect for the prompt, Helen. Nice write!
ReplyDeleteHopelessness and despair amazingly captured.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard. That feeling of being lost, but still we wait. Nicely penned, Helen.
ReplyDeleteThis is SO powerful, Helen. This line says so much:
ReplyDelete"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.