Sargasso Remembered.


In daytime from the deck was

seen thick carpets of the

drifting weed tanned russet

by the sun upon which fed the

crabs and krill or where the

garfish or barracudas made

an ambushed kill - old sailors

spoke of ships stuck fast or

ghostly tales of vessels

resting on the ocean floor


at evening time when daily

chores were done I used to

stand close to the stern and

watch the phosphorescent

shapes pass underneath my

gaze and see the blaze of sky

lit up by spangled stars and

sometimes saw the meteors

whiz overhead and knew that

I and cosmic consciousness

were somehow rolled in one

◄ Faces of Faith.

Unblessed. ►


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Wed 12th Jan 2011 13:38

thank you everyone for your positive comments - very much appreciated and I will contact you separately

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Elaine Booth

Tue 11th Jan 2011 22:46

Very visual - you have painted a really brilliant, clear word picture. Really enjoyed this poem.

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Andy N

Mon 10th Jan 2011 08:19

i could really see this, excellent stuff m8

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Greg Freeman

Sun 9th Jan 2011 09:26

Excellent piece of writing, you ancient mariner

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bernard shelton

Sat 8th Jan 2011 21:22

magic, no need to say more

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Sat 8th Jan 2011 19:51

lovely and light,with your usual brilliant way of ending-enjoyed this poem very much Philipos-thanks. best regards-Stef.

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Sat 8th Jan 2011 18:16

wow ! - I could be there ! - you tell a great tale. B

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