Sometimes when I start writing with the intention of making a rhyme, after the first line I very seldom know where the writing will bring me. But of course, it starts with some kind of inspiration. And the pictures of you and your boat indeed gave me a wonderful touch of that.
You and I love boats. I have entered her into water 2 weeks ago. Many boat owners in my region (south east Norway) have our boats on land during wintertime. But in fact more boats are on sea during all year nowadays as there is more seldom ice in the sea during winters compared to years ago.
And there she is laying, I polish and examine her and give her gentle touches here and there, strokes my hand along the waterline to remove any doubt she might have of having power and relaxing potential. I give her what is her need and demand, and in return we have fun, wonderful days, the feeling of safety - love - for life.
There is an experienced man and his ship
find that indeed she is both nice and hip
they are touring at sea
and no better can be
she comforts him with ...
There are a couple of last line options, perhaps you can find your version - from your dreams.
When I was a little boy we had a gramophone
and of course plates
where one was about Amandus' puppeteer who accidentally drove a truck down the stairs
and created immense fear in little Peter
who loved Amandus above all on earth
while Doffen on the other side of the record asked
What do we use the liver for, uncle?
which turned out to be a difficult question
even for uncle
who would like to provide Peter with some background material
and therefore explained that the Liver is important
in the same way as the heart
which pumps blood around the body
and the lungs are important
we breathe with our lungs
while the boy rejected all nonsense and repeated the question
The liver, uncle. What do we use the liver for
without affecting uncle who maintained that the Heart is important
We need the heart
It works for us every second
knocks and strikes
tells us about joy and pain
fear and love
That's what makes us live, boy
Fear and love
I will argue that to the last
As true as I am alive
I am a liver
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I like to receive life-giving light and warmth enlighten me to glow as if it is something I deserve a reward for my unlikely presence
I can hike over mountains and down valleys in forefathers step where twig and thorn are cleared away where forefathers’ tired feet shaped the path enlighten me to glow in the splendor of work done by others as if I do not quite want to understand that my path showed the way long before I came
It is easiest when someone prepare for anyone to finish I can just put on my shoes and go perhaps I reach out a hand to someone who needs support I am enlightened and glowing at the thought of my pleasant gesture while my companion, my shadow reminds me of all the times I passed by
I try not to glow that often anymore but when I do, it’s a reflex of an old habit and quickly I lie down as if to minimize hide the inevitable shadow that will always be a part of me
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The trees speak
to each other
You hear it when the buds burst
when the branches stretch
bends to softly touch mother earth
You hear it when they sigh at dusk
wipes in the dark
wakes up at sunsrise
The trees speak
but if you want to hear you have to listen
to understand you have to believe in the unspeakable
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I like Leonhard
he sang about hearts
What happens to the heart, he asked
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It can be hard or soft
cold or hot
it can melt
two can become one
yet they are two
in front of the fireplace
sees the flame
his heart is burning