ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Today we start a series of boats.
The old houseboat still maintained a look of elegance even though paint was chipped and faded – the bough battered slightly from constant pushing against shore,
She sat quietly moored under the wispy trees which lined the river – softly banging against the disintegrating pier,
How many years had passed since her maiden voyage?
How many months had slipped by since she cut stealthily through the rolling current?
She sits untouched – idle – lonely – forgotten – devoid of life.
Oh that the walls could speak and tell us of the days gone by.
Imagine 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 in an instant,
Did her life end when those who lived there did? We’ll never know.
Only that she kisses the shoreline now instead of the waves.