DRIFTWOOD
Gnarled yet beautiful, The discarded
that floated on torrents past its cousins
Fashioned by whims and fancies
of a fickle yet gentle hand, The wasted
that escaped petrification and ruin
and fell upon a pebbled shore
That wide expanse bearing discarded trophies
strewn amidst sparkles
Scarred yet enchanting, The forsaken
that chose to break away from decay
and allowed nature's knife to sculpt
its rotting form into stunning masterpiece,
The abandoned, torn between the moon and the sun
Those celestial gladiators caught in a struggle
to churn the sea for millennia
and bequeath recognition
Eponymous heartwood, the castaway
That enigma that left terra firma
and became a buoyant pelagic reef
A habitat both benign and beneficial
A peculiar barnacle blanket
with pockets for hidden carcasses,
Little windows of cloaked secrets
amidst ripples, swirls and whorls
Dead yet alive, The ignored
that found a new calling, a new stage
Becoming the ghost of a shipwreck
Or a window to another place
Opening hideaways in its body
a skeleton with discretion
It doesn't say much anymore
but it need not, of that it is sure
Beached logwood burning bright
It holds nothing yet is admired
The voyager that decided to go with the flow
Short on beauty but high on mystique
Waiting to change the scenery
for those that drift by
Until Woodfall, A journey to the deep
Sinking to fascinate no more
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