ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
ORIGINALLY POSTED 8/31/2015
The old houseboat still maintained a look of elegance,
Even though paint was chipped and faded,
The bough slightly battered from a constant,
relationship with the shoreline,
She sat quietly moored under wispy tree,
Softly caressing the disintegrating pier,
How many years had passed since her maiden voyage?
How many months had slipped by,
Since she cut stealthily through the strong current?
She sits untouched – idle – lonely – forgotten – devoid of life,
Oh that the walls could speak and tell us of the days gone by,
The parties, the celebrations, the intimate, secret rendezvous,
Promises made and vows broken,
Lives changed for just a fleeting moment,
As she carried them downstream,
Washing their troubles away,
Was the life sucked from her when those who lived there,
Leaving her to fend for herself,
Did she die when they did,
We’ll never know.
Only that she kisses the shoreline now,
Instead of the waves.