Titanic

Two miles down
In the eerie dark depths
She sleeps
The cold current sweeps across the barnacled rails of the bow
Indifferently
Down the twisted staircase
And through the encrusted remains of the lower decks.
The shards of a teacup swirl in a tiny whirlpool of sand
While neon blue fish swim in and out of the portholed sockets of the hull
Oblivious to the terror of a fateful crossing
One midnight long ago.
The haunting screams of the dying
Forever echo far above
In the idle-busy world of men
But here
The stillness is sublime
A sacred resting
The quiet peaceful watch
Of eternity.


(Previously published by Red Coral,2000)

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Beautiful imagery, Nice contrast between the human angst and grief, and the calm beauty of the deep. You again make music of your meaning.
Dear Laurence, this is without any doubt a truly beautiful and uplifting poem from the heart and as I have said before and may say again, it's the only place worth writing from, Love Duncan