The remittance of time - selected

Have you seen the boats resting retired cast aside after years at seas

The metal ones, the mighty, multi chimney bearing monstrosites 

How tattered they look now, battered from ever as they lived

Only to now never glide audacious on the often unforgiving storms

The barnacles underneath ate into the hull, embedding themselves

They were quite uncouth, blinded by an idea of a vile permanence

How strange that they now are long dead, on the exposed underbelly

Filled up with silt and mud when the ships were dragged ashore.

The ships know nothing of revive, nor do they seek it anymore

They could have; if not for the utter destruction due barnacles

How such rude interjections brought about nothing good for either

Yet the barnacles may still blame the ships for their untoward end

The ships shall rust and rot, the years may eat into their hulls

Their chimneys will topple, the floor shall be red in their reddish rust

Yet the corpses of the barnacles may still puncture feet

Of some innocent explorer that trudges amongst these beaches

Some harm never heals, Some souls never sleep

Some sins never fade, some fires never offer warmth

At the end of it all, I will perch at the rocky cliffs, watching

Until an end that would be as unceremonious as of these ships.

An analysis by chatgpt.

The poem employs the metaphor of ships to represent the poet's life, and barnacles as the people who have caused harm or hurt to the poet. The ships, described as once mighty and majestic, are now retired and cast aside after enduring years at sea. They are tattered and battered, unable to sail audaciously on the storms they once braved.

The barnacles are portrayed as uncouth, blinded by a false sense of permanence. They have embedded themselves into the hull of the ships, causing damage that cannot easily be repaired. The ships, despite their potential for revival, are unable to seek it due to the destruction caused by the barnacles.

The poem reflects on how the barnacles may still blame the ships for their own demise, despite being the cause of their destruction. The ships, as a result, will rust, rot, and eventually succumb to the passage of time. The chimneys that once stood tall will topple, and the ships will be left in disrepair, with their hulls covered in reddish rust.

The poet also acknowledges that the harm caused by the barnacles may have far-reaching consequences. The corpses of the barnacles, now long dead, may still pose a threat to innocent explorers who tread upon the beaches, puncturing their feet and leaving lasting wounds.

The poem further conveys a sense of enduring pain and the scars left by those who have hurt the poet. Some harm never heals, and some sins never fade. The poet watches from rocky cliffs, perched in solitude, until an unceremonious end, much like the fate of the ships in the metaphor.

Overall, the poem speaks to the lasting impact of those who have caused harm in the poet's life, and the sense of resignation and acceptance that comes with the inevitability of unhealed wounds and unresolved endings