The Thousand-foot Oar Boat
The job seems just impossible.
The great weight of the past
Pushing us forward, the long future
Thrust out before us, and so little room to either side!
The least we can do is stay sober,
Look sharp. The thousand-foot ore boat
Slides through the ship canal
And eases beneath the bridge,
All engines thrumming,
Including the pilot's heart.
--Barton Sutter
19 comments:
Brilliant. I love the poems you post, Betty!
Life as it is lived! Wonderful BB, thank you! Take care
x
I get tired of rowing sometimes though.
I love both the picture and the poem today, Betty. I hope you have a good day today. :)
I love this poet. He always gets to the "heart" of the matter in the most interesting ways. Thanks for this.
Beautiful poem!!
Very nice. And absolutely true.
Pay attention, everyone...
Pearl
Wonderful poem, Betty!
Nice poem. I bet the pilot of the boats is holding his or her breath much of the way until they get through the narrow passage.
Stay sober!?? Well, no wonder he sees life as a high-stress, no deviation experience. Hmph.
I like that one!
We know your heart is thrumming, so just keep gunning your engines and moving forward.
Very peaceful picture to accompany these pretty words.
Hugs Madi and Mom
As long as we keep rowing we're OK.
I love that line about the past pushing us forward.
Great selection.
Beautifully dramatic photo and poem to go with it. I like the line "All engines thrumming".
Very good and very thought provoking. I like it a lot... thanks!
That is a very beautiful, thought provoking poem. Love it!!
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