Rusted hulls neath salty fathoms
Vanquished by a fickle sea
Skeletons of yesterday
Reminders of what used to be

Once proud ships long since forgotten
For years have laid beneath the tide
Memories of their staid tradition
Now forever locked inside

But alas, the tides of nature
Have erased the hapless deep
Secrets that have long been captured
The ocean can no longer keep

Rise again you mighty vessels
Resurrection is at hand
Feel the winds ore your bows freshen
Set sail across your sea of sand

The Aral Sea was once the world’s fourth largest body of water. It has been steadily shrinking since the 1960’s, after the rivers that fed it were diverted by Soviet Union irrigation projects. Now, it is almost gone, leaving a desert full of old shipwrecks.

From the archives 2014


About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs of questionable origin. I created this blog as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations since my wife is tired of hearing them and, after 50 some odd years, probably with good reason. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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6 Responses to Resurrection

  1. quiall says:

    That is so sad . . .


  2. Sonya Kassam says:

    What is a ship without her ocean?


  3. One of the best poems I’ve read in a long time!


  4. scifihammy says:

    Really interesting and a nicely written poem. 🙂


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