Monday, September 27, 2010

Microfiction Monday 140

Not the tanker
memory was tugs-
with tires dotted all along the black hull
a cushion, something to grab
if you're where you ought not to be

11 comments:

Jinksy said...

Tug boats are the workhorses of the ocean...

Bill ~ {The Old Fart} said...

I guess she was a Deck Hand before she retired, having a pleasant trip down Memory Lane. I can remember seeing tug boats with the tyres along the side of the hull.

Ellie said...

Loved your poem and tug boat take on the picture!

David said...

One of the memories from my childhood, seeing the tug boats docked in Portsmouth harbor. I'd thought that being a tug pilot would be alot of fun. Poetry in motion.

˙·٠•●❤Sh@KiR@ ❤●•٠·˙ said...

What a prolific write you are!
well done!

Mine is up

Have you a Blessed Week!
hugs
shakira

septembermom said...

I enjoyed reading your microfiction. You've elevated the "regal" tugboat deservedly so :)

John's comments said...

my your tugs tugs My 140 Hope your week goes well

hope said...

I like that you looked beyond the obvious!

sylviamorice said...

I think the loyal 'tugboat' deserves an applause!!! Cheers!

Pat said...

Your words artistically enhance the picture--with her memories of tug boats and their descriptions. Very nice!

G-Man said...

Izzy....
You changed things?
For the better!
Loved your 140