Monday, January 28, 2008

Cast Off

Within my keel an urge resides
vaster than the sea
stronger than the tides
that long to break upon the land
at last completely free
and wander past the sand
insouciantly.

But gravity pulls harder now
making surges ebb
furrowing my brow
with troughs much deeper every day
like spaces in the web
of rigging christened by the spray
across my grounded prow.

12 comments:

ozymandiaz said...

Ah, those turbulent seas

Bubba said...

One day we must all ground our prows; if for no other reason, the sea will no longer abide us.

This one sunk in hard upon me, driving its way past my meager defenses to the place we dread the most.

Eloquent and, oh, so true.

noahthegreat said...

There be hurricanes in 'dem seas.

Constance said...

Very nice! I hear echoes of Masefield and I feel the same longing. deftly handled rhyme, too. :)

Crafty Green Poet said...

lots of depth in this one, and not just the ocean depth!

keith hillman said...

Well said. Lovely piece even if I do now feel a little sea sick!

gautami tripathy said...

Turbulent or otherwise, sea fascinates all..

Housing my soul

LittleWing said...

there is nothing more enticing than the power of the sea regardless of time...

tumblewords said...

Grounded prow. I like the rhythm and the words in this piece. It felt large and yet tight!

anthonynorth said...

You teach respect for the sea. The only way to treat it.

Shirley said...

Well, there appears to be standing room only here so I'll just stand back and enjoy the view. ;) Beautiful view btw.

rch said...

Ahoy mates!! Sorry, I was marooned in reality the last couple of days. Thanks for the comments.