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Post Number:#1  PostPosted: 29 Apr 2011 17:33 
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Torpedoed.

A tiny raft adrift on a sea, heaving on an endless ocean,
heaves up to a sea pitches down to a sea, in a world of constant motion.
Two men sprawled on bare wet boards, in abandonded postures lie,
ceaselessly washed by sea and scoured by wind, faces upturned to a sky.
Outflung limbs speaking sad despair, as to the seas their bodies sway,
unseeing eyes unhearing ears, oblivious to both night or day.
Dehydration and exhaustion, food and water long since gone,
faces cracked and peeled, flesh horribly raw, from exposure to salt and sun.
Stirring briefly back to reality one man croaks “How long now, how many days Tom” ?
he gets no reply and he cannot know that his shipmate Tom is `gone`.
Drifting back to semi consciousness, the words go round in his head,
“How many days since the ship was lost, how many shipmates dead” ?
He sees in his mind the torpedo running, he awaits the fateful blow.
The explosion comes,then he hears the screams of men trapped there below.
Fire comes quick and there`s just no chance of swinging out the boats,
it`s `over the wall` and take your chance on anything that floats.
He watches her go, the sea taking her fast, his ship he`ll see no more.
She`s bound far down to become a broken wreck upon the ocean floor.
The sea heaves, the raft heaves, he stirs again, gives a little moan.
In his mind he`s wandering, now thinks he`s back at home.
He sees a field so green and fresh and hears the birds a singing,
he catches the scent of new mown grass, and hears the church bells ringing.
He sees a young and pretty wife, wild flowers in her hair,
and a little girl runs through the grass, laughing without care.
He listens now to the happy talk of a wife who loves him proud,
but hold on now, “What`s that other noise that`s coming on so loud” ?
Oh he knows alright just what it is and that it`ll never go away,
It`s the noise and pain and memory of a certain terrible day.
He hears the rumble and groan of tortured steel, the buckling of plate and beam.
He sees billowing smoke, hears crackling flame, and the roar of escaping steam.
He hears the awful rushing of a greedy sea and the screams of dying men.
He tells himself that once he`s home he`ll not go to sea again.
Coming suddenly back to reality though his mind still in a daze,
he recognises the way of things, he sees it through the haze.
He now accepts that he`s `all but done`, and he sees the truth quite plain,
he now knows that his end is near and he`ll never see home again.
Goodbye to a wife and a little girl, may God them safely keep.
He loved them so, but he`s drifting now towards an endless sleep.


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Post Number:#2  PostPosted: 29 Apr 2011 21:26 
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Hi Trampshipman,
That was a very moving piece of poetry;your work is as good as any of the so called masters. Have you tried to have them published? I think they would make a wonderful anthology,
BrianD



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Post Number:#3  PostPosted: 30 Apr 2011 07:28 
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very good reading :thumbsupp:



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Post Number:#4  PostPosted: 01 May 2011 20:54 
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BrianD wrote:
Hi Trampshipman,
That was a very moving piece of poetry;your work is as good as any of the so called masters. Have you tried to have them published? I think they would make a wonderful anthology,
BrianD


BrianD.....Hello Brian, thanks for the compliments, much appreciated really. It makes things seem worthwhile when someone takes the trouble to post feedback.
The only piece I ever had published was `Trampship`. I entered it into a competition and it was selected for publishing in a poetry anthology. That was some years back.
As for the rest, well I never really bothered, and in fact I wouldn`t have a clue as to how to go about these things anyway. Also I`m `knockin` on` a bit now, and not too good health wise so wouldn`t really want to involve myself in a `load of hassle`.
You write some pretty good stuff yourself Brian, which tells me that your appreciation is genuine. Thanks again.



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