The Small Blue Boat, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Small Blue Boat

Her possessions robbed
The small blue boat bobbed
In the bouncing sea.
Tethered to the dock
Secured by a lock.
When the wild winds blow
No place can she go.
While rising water
Climbs o’er her gunwale
Apt to fill her hull.
Her jostling about
Has left not a doubt
Soon to the bottom
She’s going to sit
Having no spirit.
Nothing to live for
Won’t fight anymore.
So sad, slowly she
Sinks to her demise.
There’ll be no goodbyes.

Lady in a Boat, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Albert_Edelfelt_-_Lady in a boat (1886)Albert Edelfelt, Lady in a boat (1886)

Lady in a Boat

Nary a sound, air remains deathly still
Here I am with varying thoughts afloat
Not sure if I am here against my will
Without knowing be this a tomb or boat

Not tethered any way to nearby shore
Drifting aimlessly to I don’t know where
Is obvious that I have not an oar
But yet not willing to claim my despair

Were I to scream is there anyone near
Then comes darkness without having a light
Skin is damp a sign of impending fear
Wondering if this be my final night

As if by lightning was struck by a whim
My clothes and I parted went for a swim