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.
Are You Reading Me?
12 comments:
Ah, those turbulent seas
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.
There be hurricanes in 'dem seas.
Very nice! I hear echoes of Masefield and I feel the same longing. deftly handled rhyme, too. :)
lots of depth in this one, and not just the ocean depth!
Well said. Lovely piece even if I do now feel a little sea sick!
Turbulent or otherwise, sea fascinates all..
Housing my soul
there is nothing more enticing than the power of the sea regardless of time...
Grounded prow. I like the rhythm and the words in this piece. It felt large and yet tight!
You teach respect for the sea. The only way to treat it.
Well, there appears to be standing room only here so I'll just stand back and enjoy the view. ;) Beautiful view btw.
Ahoy mates!! Sorry, I was marooned in reality the last couple of days. Thanks for the comments.
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