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Keith Wallis
06-11-2008, 07:24 AM
Nothing is wasted.

Pitted scarred and discarded,
an anchor that time and tide no longer need.
Idle, no old connections,
nothing to brace against
buffet and squall.
Scrapped fragment of history,
unable to boast of battles and dangers,
now exposed to weathered ruination
with no plaque
nor silver watch,
no badge of honour.
Here, you must make a new impression
amongst waves of fern and beachy soil,
fight new battles with flowing tides of rain
and ebbing suns.
But there is beauty
in these crumbling shades of red and brown
leaning like an old man at a gate of passing.
These chains hold the gaze for a moment
and give pause for thought.

http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i75/elder2000/100_0383anchor.jpg

lynnmosher
06-11-2008, 10:30 AM
Awesome! I love it with the picture. I have one tiny thought...

Pitted scarred and discarded,

Since you have used a few other commas in this poem, would a comma after pitted give a pause? To me, it seems to need one.

True to form...another great Keith-ism!

Timber Wolf
06-13-2008, 12:50 AM
Great poem Keith. Thanks for posting.

GentleJourneyAu
06-15-2008, 09:51 AM
Beautiful poem;beautiful picture.

Jeshu
06-16-2008, 09:41 PM
Hi Keith - you've done it again, spell bound I was reading these lines, feeling almost a bit disappointed to reach the end. You have a true knack of weaving lines into a nice tale and impressing the readers with meaningful descriptions and mental imagery on the way.

Well done, looking forward to more ink flowing from the tip of your pen - or you typing letters into words describing some other scene in and of life.

Gerry

HumourHelper
06-26-2008, 06:41 AM
Thank you for that deep work Keith. The last line, of course, says it all!(:
Best...
Wendy

Laina
06-26-2008, 01:11 PM
[QUOTE=Keith Wallis;163796]Nothing is wasted.


But there is beauty
in these crumbling fading or or ever changing shades of red and brown
leaning like an old man at a gate of passing.


Dear Keith,

I absolutely love this poem. I was taken on the wave of history of this long forgotten anchor. Made me ponder awhile on the silly thing. :)

By the way, did you take the picture. It's beautiful.

I'm not an expert at all with poems. But I thought that maybe another word rather than crumbling might work better. Crumbling is fine, I just thought another word might work a little better. Even rusting would work too.

Merry
07-06-2008, 02:05 PM
When, oh, when are you going to do a book? Pictures and poems! Awesome, Keith!

lynnmosher
07-06-2008, 02:50 PM
I totally agree !!! I'll buy one !!!

bedocat
07-07-2008, 03:52 PM
Beautiful poem regarding a change in purpose, not loss of usefulness (as we are always to the Lord). The picture is awesome.

Anna

smithcharlottea
07-07-2008, 10:29 PM
Dear Keith,

My God! My God!

I had to read the poem a few times, and I received something different each time. Very, very deep! I truly enjoyed it, and with the picture at the end, that just set it apart!
"The Anchor Holds"

God Bless,
charlotte

Juliet77
07-08-2008, 03:21 PM
I love this poem and the picture too!
I agree with the suggestions - a book - with pictures and poems - I would love to do the same - I have just finished a photography course!
Juliet!thumbsup!

Keith Wallis
07-08-2008, 03:36 PM
I much appreciate the encouragement.
There are a number of reasons why I blog and not publish:
1. Poetry is a niche genre and isn't accepted by publishers in general - I've got stacks of 'sorry but our poetry portfolio is full, we wish you better luck elsewhere'.
2. It would need to be a 'glossy' book and the cost of printing on good quality paper to enhance the photos puts it in the uneconomic pigeonhole.
3. That lands it into realms of self-publishing and as I'm not a 'gigging' poet - I'd have far to limited a clientelle. And finances in the Wallis household are whatever the next worst level after 'tight' is.
So lacking a 'patron' we have to put up with what we've got !

Mona
07-21-2008, 02:05 AM
Beautiful poem and gorgeous picture. It is true, nothing is ever wasted or ever ceases to be; it's just down right exciting!