Emile Pinet Poet Rhyme

The Ocean Calls

I hear the Ocean call from cascading waves,
to sailors and knaves.

I feel Her misty breath on a foggy night,
while the air turns white.

I smell Her salty spray saturating me:
while setting me free.

I taste the bitter-sweet essence of Her kiss;
the promise of bliss.

Sending Kings and slaves
to watery graves;
I hear the Ocean call from cascading waves.

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John Oldham September 16, 2023 at 4:52 AM Good poem, Emile. Captures the mood and wraps it up wonderfully at the end. Best, John Emile Pinet September 16, 2023 at 6:23 AM Thanks, John; I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

Terry Miller September 16, 2023 at 4:09 AM This is an excellent poem, and entry to the contest Emile; GL Emile Pinet September 16, 2023 at 6:23 AM Thanks, Terry; I appreciate your comments, my friend, Emile.

Jan Allison September 15, 2023 at 2:39 PM Emile, your poem appeals to all the senses, I wish Nina was around she was such a wonderful poet. good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan Emile Pinet September 15, 2023 at 3:08 PM Thanks, Jan. Yes, Nina's presence is missed, but her poetry and contributions to poetry live on my friend; Emile.