With close eyes
I clear my mind
Alone
I sit by the seashore
The fragrant salt in the wind
I inhale
As it gently blows ashore.
Seagull silently soar above
Riding thermals
In the heat of a clear day
They gracefully dive nearby
Into the beautiful harbor
I have in view.
Ships slowing sail by
I want to cry
Heading a sea
Gliding on mirrored
Glass waters
Horizon bound
Where a twilight mist awaits
Mysterious is her
Who swallows my dreams
Of old Sailor’s tale
Within huge storms brewing
Yonder
Ships are battling to sail.
My eyes open
My heart is broken
They disappear before me
Within the sea
I see them no more.
Passions fade within
My heart
From her I am kept apart
No longer will she spray
Her mist upon my face.
In silence they stand
Honoring me
Whose bones lays upon
A slab of timber
Crudely wrapped
In sack cloth
Covered by a Jolly Roger.
A slant towards the horizon
Sends me eternally
Into the bosom of her embrace
There I shall remain
Till judgment day
When she, the sea
Will give up all her dead.
excelent visuals of a sailor's life and death, William.
Sitting on the shore
wishing to be on the sea once more.
I really liked this one...ye salty dog.
Now, put Willie on your headphones and ride your "Hog."...LOL
This is a stunning offering, William, though a bit sad. I do believe that anyone who has spent any time upon the sea, feels a bond with her and even in death, will leave a piece of their soul to rest with her forevermore. Wonderful pen!
Take care,
Sherry
I smell the ocean and her magnifiscent sprays of mist that are refreshing to my flesh. It is life for me and your words are like her voice with each ebb and flow.
Outstanding.
Susan
Awesome if I where man I would love to be a sailor!
William this is beautifully written and expressed thoughts
Creative choice of words which
provide your reader with great imagery
Enjoyed reading very much!!!
Love Peace and hugsss to you...Yolie
Wow William, as my family has many life long sailors I have ofter heard them say the ocean speaks to them as she calls from far away. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Old Sailors never die, their spirit always remains with the Sea.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2007
Sailor Bill. This is quite some write. I love starring out to sea, i can relate to you thoughts...
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2007
A fabulous poem William, blessings, Holly
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
Reviewed on September 8, 2007
Wow-wow-wow...love it...oh how the ocean speaks to me in this magnificent offering...I need to go to my beach right this moment....my heart totally touche with this write my friend!!
A french bucaneer couldn't had said that with more feelings, looking at his sails and the odd seagull raiding on a thermal, but...
I don't think the seas will give up its dead sailors ever, or its waters will miss the life's salt.
Georg
Wonderful writing William. You brought me there, sat me upon the deck and made me feel the spray, hear the cries and see her massive body cover her take. Ah, the sea. . she be a scary lady.
William, the is absolutely stunning! I can feel and see the images in my mind. You know how much I love the sea. Wonderful poetry!
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Sitting on the shore
wishing to be on the sea once more.
I really liked this one...ye salty dog.
Now, put Willie on your headphones and ride your "Hog."...LOL
Walt
Love,
Eileen
John
Take care,
Sherry
Outstanding.
Susan
William this is beautifully written and expressed thoughts
Creative choice of words which
provide your reader with great imagery
Enjoyed reading very much!!!
Love Peace and hugsss to you...Yolie
Newfie Hugs, Rose
George
Till judgment day
When she, the sea
Will give up all her dead
Sounds like my father. . .Captain John. The sea is an attraction to those who've known her
This sings with devotion!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Thanks for sharing!!
love Tinka
I don't think the seas will give up its dead sailors ever, or its waters will miss the life's salt.
Georg
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
The ship and me
For all eternity.
I'd guess that anyone who has ever been a sailor and loved it feels that way. I've talked to a few, and the lure of the sea pulls strongly.
Kathy
Speechless - awesome poetry - thank you --
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
KEEPER!!!!!!