101 years later

The dream of a shipyard

made physical by desire

so many’s aspirations

no she could never fall

Joining lands together

families and friends

offering a promise

of life that would be better

A dancing light extinguished

in each one of their eyes

A million piercing daggers

thousands of unanswered cries

Bitter cold and blackness

all that would remain

too cold to feel the loss

survival before pain

Once so majestic

only hours before

White Star’s leading lady

reduced to a common whore

Hundreds of souls left behind

in icy seas to roam,

hundreds more waiting word

from the docks back home

A night so black and moonless

a night to become lost

modern invention at the finest

no matter the cost

Souls that are still searching,

to find a passage through

a hundred and one years later

and explanations are still due

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32 thoughts on “101 years later”

  1. Great Tribute on the 101 anniversary. Can you imagine the feelings of loved ones separated and never to see each other again. How would it feel sharing last words with the knowledge that they are truly the last? “A night to become lost” says it all. Thank you for this since we all need to think about the tradegy through what you have written about that night to remember.

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  2. Check out the magazine Poets & Writers. Many contest listed there. I think this poem would do awesome in one of those competitions. With simple words you have brought back the cries of lost souls and the numbing pain of tragedy. Definitely have a poet side to you!

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    1. You are too kind! Really, I’m not a poet and I know it! By the way thank you again for allowing me to read your book! That kept me up happily past my bedtime last evening:)

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  3. I think it has potential for sure (didn’t mean to imply otherwise!) I actually think the layout speaks a lot about the “feel” of it — the lack of punctuation and the line breaks give it something of a despairing theme. Keep up the good work 🙂

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      1. A little strange, but you don’t have anything to be shy about. I wonder if the shyness for a lot of writers in regards to poetry comes from the expectation to present it to a crowd. That whole image of reading your poetry on a stage can be scary.

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      2. You may have nailed it. When I think of poetry I either think sonnets on stage or coffee house reading. Ooh I was just interrupted by an email telling me immortal wars has shipped;)

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