There, broken upon the sandy shoals

A wooden sailing ship, once so brave

Beneath the foaming waves lie the souls

Of all the sailors fate could not save


Frequent visitor to foreign shore

The pride of her Captain and fine crew

Rests now in shallows and sails no more

She is a ghost of the ocean blue


The thousands of tons of spice and gold

The gifts brought back from such far-off lands

They no longer scent and fill the hold

As she lies here dying on the sands


Oh, all the stories that she could share

Of her long life spent upon the deep

The sunny days with wind in her hair

Are the salted memories she keeps


The tears she sheds at her youth now past

Unnoticed in the brine of the bay

Upon these shores her final die cast

Rotting planks and the smell of decay


15 Responses to “Shipwreck”
  1. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Loved it. Great poem of the sea and of sailing ships…Lovely work my friend.

    • Brad Osborne says:

      I knew living where you do you would appreciate the image I was hoping to create. All the best my friend along with my thanks!

      • Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

        Lovely image. Since childhood I’ve been enamoured of the sea, always lived next to it and thankfully I still do. Love the references in poetry, art and music. One of me fave songs is “A Salty Dog” by Procol Harum…

  2. beth says:

    So lyrical and tragic

  3. Harley Reborn says:

    I just want to know how you get inspired. You write with such a wide variety of topics

    • Brad Osborne says:

      It comes from everywhere, old memories and experiences, new experiences, a photo, a word, a transient thought. I like to write about everything from the simple and concrete to the complex and philosophical. Oh, and once in a while, a pretty women will stir words of love from my pen. Thanks for asking and all your support!

  4. Jim Borden says:

    a wonderful tribute to a ship, and her captain and crew…

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    I can’t help but think of an elderly person with this piece, Brad. Once valued and respected—now pushed aside and seldom recognized.

  6. jonicaggiano says:

    This feels a little personal to me as so deep the feelings in your beautiful words Brad. I love the water and boats. I have always wanted to sail. This was gorgeously written Brad but it made me feel a bit sad also. Tossed aside like Pete springier said.
    So much history and hopefully lots of happiness in the life of a boat. The last lines were so perfect. Hope you have a great weekend Brad. Don’t keep the mermaids out too late. They sleep like the beautiful woman you wrote about. Love ya Jonikins ❤️💕🤗😘

  7. Geri Lawhon says:

    Many images came to mind while reading this poem. Thanks for posting it.

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