Ocean poem
The sea is a hoarder tipping it`s gathered quatrains in the wash
the shadows have sunk on Rum,
Oystercatchers whistle along Laig bay,
where all i need is sea air
as the words banner out
the sea has unevenly calmed me,
Offering me it`s chatter in the swell and split
of it`s christening tongue,
I remember how it once read me a poem.
<Deleted User> (4281)
Sun 27th Jan 2008 21:24
Neil, hi You have used a lot of creativity in your poem I love your lines about the Ocean. It gives me the vision of strength, power. Fear of the anger of the high waves! All of that creates a wonderful picture in my mind!
Great write!
Zuzanna