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Ship

This being human is a Ship,

Traversing ocean swells,

Battered by storms,

Capsized by hurricanes.

Then finding safe harbour,

Gentle journeys through inlets,

Exploring coves and sandy bays,

Course at times easy found,

Other times navigation elusive.

Worried that the view,

Brings no sight of land.

Then times of peace,

With nothing in view,

Adrift in endless blue.

Written for dVerse prompt to write a metaphor poem starting ‘This being human is…’

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15 replies on “Ship”

A stunning ship metaphor, Laura! The voyage is always full of danger, which is balanced out by sights, sounds and mysteries, and we are constantly steering towards safe harbours. I love dive into endless blue.in the final line – what an image to leave us with!

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