There she seabound blows.
Where is it she always goes?
Nobody yet knows.
Categories:
seabound, boat,
Form: Senryu
salmon leap... for life
shallow streams bid them welcome
otters... all well fed
elvers... millions
passing salmon parr... seabound
smoked eel... delicious
tench... the doctor fish
sought by the diseased... ailing
the river flows on
the great white shark swims
an ever hungry beauty
makes good poetry
the Nile perch... hungry
nigh ate Lake Victoria
greedy humans
European perch
freshwater tiger mimics
finned finesse... tasty
Tommy Ruffe
a freshwater Pope... fishy
no bad habits
whale sharks
fancy the small things in life
jellyfish can sting
a fishy tale...
sirens of the oceans
Davy Jones... shoppers
Categories:
seabound, fish, nature,
Form: Haiku
When eyes delight upon a work of Michelangelo—gut grinding art--
Creation by a mere man, from his enchanted hands
explode results of David –perhaps a heavenly message to impart
to the earthbound, scattered world flung far in lands--
mountain wrapped, plain dirt plains or seabound rocky shores.
Vagabonds, they come to marvel by foot or cart. In awe they stand
before the stone made man. Walking through the door,
drawn to David’s splendid daunting beauty—his far gaze
imparts to the viewer-- in that instant, in this life there is nothing more
of beauty needed to be seen. Years pass, nights will follow days
yet thoughts of this wondrous creature never waiver, never fade
but haunt delightedly like a nightlight in the darkness. What manner is there to praise
the artist for a gift so long lasting? Repeated thoughts played
reflecting David's beauty --and played again—durable throughout the years,
Clarified and Magnified in time, not diminished--when mind is disarrayed
V. Anderson-Throop ©
Categories:
seabound, art, beauty, life,
Form: Rhyme
I muse a song that songs have known,
and often of it sing
what of waste? what of want?
and of desired things,
I tell a tale no man has known,
and every man same
in the blood of human life
all hearts, they beat the same
speak of drear and weary thought
and rise thee from thy grave
oh the things we poets lost--
so often short of change
ah, the signs that hold us so
bound, we are, to fate
myth we cannot seem to grasp
held to that we state
legend--how it holds us so
even as the moon
we, the sea of hope and dream
pulled away too soon...
and the shore, so very close
each time, we stake our lot
we fall as once upon a dream
so short of this we sought
but once again, our eyes, so still
bereft of light, remain
and seeing there the cliffs again
a seabound soul, we gain
to toss and turn a-thousand nights
to lie awake in doubt
to hope beyond a weathered shade
of days, we drift about
Categories:
seabound, loss, love, sea, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Concealed ambitions
Pacing a sandpaper beach
Journeying seabound
Categories:
seabound, adventure, nature, sea
Form: Haiku