The Stirring Sea
The sea is
stirring,
Whisked by the winds
Climbing on like
giants
By each wave,
See how it
hurries by
The sea is
stirring,
Pawed by the sailors
Rushing on like
ghosts
With each wave
See how it pounds
The sea is
stirring,
Black like the
thunderous gales
Cornered by full
hales
In each wave
Drowning into the
world
The sea is
stirring,
Highly like rushing
fire
Kindled by the bare
earth in the abyss
Watching like still
eyes
Feel how it throbs
The sea is
stirring,
Bursting like a
tattered melon
Swollen more under
pelts of rains
Rolling away,
rolling away
Sought by the
stylish firmament
The sea is
stirring,
There is goes, there
it goes
Yearning for the
hues of half-golden
years
‘Standing on the
shore.’
It’s not a secret
any longer
This tale will soon
form o'er,
Like the dry and
cold wind
I have yet to see
The stirring sea.
Copyright © Clementine Kganyago | Year Posted 2014
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