Unanchored: A Poem on Time and Impermanence | Thursday Verse No. 20

  Nothing in life endures by being seen: the tide advances and withdraws without memory or regard, light fades, footprints vanish, names lose their meanings, and what once felt grand persists only as residue.
  Unanchored is a poem attentive to the slow erasure of motion, as grandeur lingers briefly in recollection before yielding to stillness.

Unanchored

Photography by Carel Voorhorst on Pexels.

Oh captainless ship! How gracefully you cruised,

Surfing the knightly waves in adventurous pursuit,

With your unhindered eyes fixated on the horizon,

You carried yourself through tides and tribulations,

You galloped through the deep pelagic expanses,

Enriching it with your burnished resplendence.

Rising with the hissing wind and splashing waves

You rose grander against many pride's menace.

Today, 

motionless to the nudge of the North Western storm 

you oscillate,

Allowing the salty sea to corrode your vegetative state,

You look not at the enthralling vibrance of the offing ahead,

but at your frothy, disintegrating reflection instead.

Oh captainless ship! How gracefully you cruised,

Now you sway, surrendering your anchor to the gritty blues.

- Mercy Rebonica