Norway, Old boat at fjord


Between the side of the perforated boat and the thorny shore
He firmly stands,
staring so long as his mind can contain the turbulence of the tempest,
Drifting to roll that he might hold
Much longer
In the awesome reach of fate.
He could not fall each way –
On the shaky boat or the miry shore –
Sensing the graveness in palpability,
Only to stand there
Whether violently swayed or not,
Just standing on the device
That loopholes our essential nature,
And standing firmly there.
It is not surprising
To watch the commonality of human experience
Drive to their assumed safety
On both sides within the ripply terrace,
Standing where he is,
but not touched,
Prickled, but sensing insensateness
In the endless rigor of life.
The whisk, which the wind whimpered
Might he have heard sough thus,
‘Things are safer and better here on the gang-plank,
Things are safer and better here.’

© Olawale Famodun

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2 replies

  1. Beautiful piece of writing. Your writing style is reminiscent of Ernest Hemingway and his story Moby Dick. He is one of my most favorite writers of all time. I also consider him to be a genius in the writing field. I’m awestruck at the wondrous things he could do with prose.


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