Washed Up #Triolet #oneshotwednesday #poetry

Flotsam pieces of a stormy past

Sadly too soon all forgot

If only  memories could but last

Flotsam pieces of a stormy past

The tale told “his ship had crashed”

Never to know the winds she fought

Flotsam pieces of a stormy past

Sadly too soon all forgot

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Published by moondustwriter

Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn. I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community. I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers. There are many facets to this moon - thanks for stopping by.

58 thoughts on “Washed Up #Triolet #oneshotwednesday #poetry

  1. OH MY GOODNESS…the ship from my dream poem! Wow!

    My “Flotsam pieces of stormy past” have been left behind as I learn to leave each day in the moment. This was a riveting piece for me. Thank you for sharing it with us, Leslie.


      1. Merci Bruno, pour cette entre9e ab dans l’Avant bb pleine de poe9sie, de culaehr et d’espe9rance dans le futur. En te lisant, je me suis souvenue d’une ce9le9bration ve9cue avec une petite communaute9 de femmes vivant au Nicaragua dans la re9gion de Malacatoya.Une femme venait de lire et de relire le re9cit d’e9vangile of9 Marie va rencontrer sa cousine Elisabeth qui est enceinte. Dans cette re9gion pauvre du Nicaragua, il y a encore beaucoup de femmes qui sont analphabe8tes ou qui savent e0 peine lire. Il faut donc veiller e0 la bonne compre9hension des textes et en meame temps e0 leur me9morisation et cela ne9cessite souvent des relectures de tel ou tel autre paragraphe.Marie s’en e9tait donc alle9e voir sa cousine. Ce seul fait reveatait aux yeux des femmes une importance capitale et les questions fusaient ! ab Est-ce que c’e9tait loin ? bb, ab c9tait-elle partie toute seule ? bb ab Avec un e2ne ? bb, ab et en cours de route, of9 avait-elle loge9 ? bb. Surprise par cette avalanche de questions, je me disais que leurs pre9occupations vitales e9taient certainement proches du questionnement des premie8res communaute9s. Comme je me sentais soudain si loin du ve9cu des gens de Nazareth alors que ces femmes me semblaient si proches de Marie et d’Elisabeth. Elles auraient pu eatre leurs voisines, leurs proches parentes !Et puis rapidement la conversation prit un tour nouveau. L’une des femmes demanda si quelqu’un avait e9te9 voir Arcelia qui vivait de l’autre cf4te9 de la rivie8re et qui devait arriver au terme de sa grossesse. Personne n’y avait e9te9. Les femmes discute8rent entre elles pour savoir qui irait de8s le lendemain jusque chez Arcelia. Il e9tait temps de lui proposer de l’aide et de l’accompagner lors de son accouchement. J’e9tais fort e9mue de vivre une telle proximite9 avec un texte d’e9vangile et cela dans un petit village sans eau potable, sans route praticable, loin de tout et ignore9 du monde.A mon tour, je me posais des questions : bbComment va-t-elle y aller demain? bb, ab Qui gardera ses enfants pendant ce temps-le0 ? bb, ab la barca pour traverser la rivie8re fonctionne-t-elle ? bb…J’ai e9te9 e0 ce moment-le0 terriblement convaincue que les textes e9vange9liques sont re9ellement re9ve9lateurs d’un message d’espe9rance et de vie. Dans chaque ligne se cache une Vraie Bonne Nouvelle. A nous d’e9largir notre regard et d’enrichir notre quotidien en posant des gestes concrets de solidarite9, d’attention aux autres comme ces femmes me l’ont enseigne9.


  2. I am glad that my post made you want to read my book…it’s coming! I love your line…”Flotsam pieces of a stormy past”! It goes so well with the photo and adds depth to the poem.


  3. I am glad that my post made you want to read my book…it’s coming! I love your line…”Flotsam pieces of a stormy past”! It goes so well with the photo and adds depth to the poem.


  4. Hey Leslie, I thought it WAS us–the flotsam! Got it wrong–again!!! But ya know, our brains are not constructed to remember every 9/11 or Chernobyl or Libya all the time…so eventually we forget. THAT’S why maybe we have anniversaries, holidays, etc???

    Love your writing SO much in SO few–wish I could do that!
    PEACE! Mine is


  5. You have as much depth as the ocean in this piece. Loved how it speaks literally and historically as well as how people are floundering and tossed around at the mercy of the waves of their lives. Beautiful


  6. Geez, Girl. My favorite poem of yours of alltime, if not one of my favorite poems of any poet anywhere from any era.

    As you know, I freaking love ship poems, songs and words of ocean.

    I LOVE this! I can feel the cold spray and the loneliness of the open sea. And the whole him / her tug of the sails on the rigging ’bout broke my heart with its beauty.

    Jetsam and flotsam
    will float to the shore
    and she will smell roses
    like never before

    seas will calm
    and oceans will deepen
    under blue

    where she is deeply
    loved by blogger
    with a middle name of Sue.



  7. I really love this piece. I am not familiar with this form (or most forms to be quite honest)and really enjoyed it. The subject lets us wander through the many possible stories behind this piece and the chosen wording flows perfectly.
    Thanks for introducing me to the form!


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