THROUGH A WINDOW
A ship on the horizon
moves to Malaga
or Marabella
or some such place
upon a mission.
Each day brings changes:
loading, sailing, berthing,
swell or calm.
It has direction,
serves a purpose,
proves its worth.
But come the day it’s
deemed unfit for sea
and everything of use
is stripped for salvage
will it also be off-loaded
at an empty dock
and left to rot.
AT LAST
Love, for years on end,
had me confounded.
But at last
I’m getting it.
Bionote
Daniel P. Stokes has published poetry widely in literary magazines in Ireland, Britain, the U.S.A, Canada and Asia, and has won several poetry prizes. He has written three stage plays which have been professionally produced in Dublin, London and at the Edinburgh Festival.
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