This is eerie and mysterious, Fee. Nice!
Sheila

tenebrous darkness
kissed by the shrills of echoing voices
the photo sets the scene to your poem "tumulus"
the night avengers of the seawards
Love & Blessings
Vickie

You are the best at discribing mariner life and the shores of destiny.The ladies of the seafarers had dedicated hearts and faith in their men. My own mother, Kathryn, was one of them.
Awesome Mister Fee.
Love,
Susan

Full of tumult. Very nice in deed. Hugs, J'nia

I don't often get to the ocean, Felix, though I love it so. And, I've always been more drawn to the northerly reaches (Maine and such) than the southerly ones, so I'm ever-intrigued by your world - a world you present so beautifully, so romantically. Your words are infused with the same energy carried in on the tide.

Simply beautiful writing, Fee; awesome visuals! Well done, (((my friend))); bravo!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Great imagery! An excellent and beautiful write.

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

ohh...such beauty...when sun takes a holiday...not bad but, not sad but...this is life ...and it must go on...with vibrancy...which of course soft sand compensates...beautiful write....dear Felix...
good wishes....neerja

The graphic is great, and perfectly suits the poem. Well-done.

We have the tornados
Excellent write,
Ron

I look at the picture and I can hear a strong whisper calling in the silent of the night. Nice one Cuz.

Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose

Beautifully crafted write, Fee. Whether the sea is peaceful and calm, or stormy and angry, she is still my greatest source of inspiration! I love her tumultuous personality, and I really enjoyed this poem.

Anna

Your seafaring soul pours out in this gem and the art work is excellent also and adds to the calm before the storm.

George C.

....you have captured a raging night at sea perfectly,,,that sunlight needs to come back from vacation and warm those sands on shore of dreams...this is wonderful work Fee! hmmm? that sounds like a good poem...'Sands on Shore of Dreams' there you go..:)
Hugs,
Chrissie

The usage here fascinates me!
I see this as "a total opposite of..." for it is in the morning light, when usually "things" DO seem better and brighter...but, your morning, is mourning in a fog and still sea-ing BAD! LOL! By the second stanz, all the obvious nautical aides have taken vacation to come to YOUR rescue!...You were really BAD, Fee!

So, he prays now...hmmm?

The waves like bending knees, white froth upon THE rock...like SPIT! You should be spit upon, but God knows your weak! :) AND!...BUT!... what does Fee do in the last stanz? Like having a hangover and going back out to drink...over and over, over and over, like waves...like waves "on bending knee"... begging's for forgiveness on the sands...BUT, what does Fee do? He goes back out for more! tumulus! ugh! Sorry, I had to go on! You sea, that vengeful spirits of yours "drunked" me in!
Love, love, love this!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

love these opening lines--poignant: the oceans and the winds

framed in mourning sins

cause calm to be a dream away

Such beautiful imagery in this, Fee.

Your poem and your photo go so well together. I can hear the Sea Mistress right now, calling and enticing and yearning for you!
Love this, Fee, of course you have all the elements in this one. Sea, Sea Mistress, the moon, the lighthouse and most of all your mystical words that are so soothing.

Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

The symbolism in this piece voices the notorious dark before the dawn! Sometimes we can only but wait until the night passes and remain still until the sun brings clarity yet once again!
Its a wonderful piece! i can almost see the faint lighthouse and feel the misty fog upon my face.
very ominous!

Love your last stanza, and that wondrous graphic.

Well done, Fee. Great imagery.

Seas mistress, her voice can be hear on a peacefully summer night or her angry banshee howling on a winter storm, when she shows her cold heart.

Georg

your poem is haunting with the mystic magic that the sea delivers. Hugs, Kathy