Standing on a crag
Frozen against the storm
Wrap another layer on
Rain biting through me
Throwing coins to the waves
Trading hope for affection
Thunder without lightning
Blind on wet rocks
You pull up alongside me
Drawing back the clouds
Peeling off the wet layers
Baring my skin to the Sun
Taking me below decks
Holding me while I shiver
Safe and warm in your embrace
Melting into your beauty
I had prayed
For the waves to snatch me
Take me beneath their black peaks
Bury me on the seafloor
Now I dream of flying
Above the sea
Lighter than air itself
Straight into your heart
My amorphous amour
Resting far from my shore
Like a big lophophore
Planted on the seafloor
Though you're oh so far away
In the breeze, I feel you sway
Flowers blooming every day
My thoughts are where you'll stay
How I miss my lover's touch
Slept in blankets in a bunch
Grains of sand slip from my clutch
Guess I’ll eat my tears for lunch
Gardens of sea pebbles
glistening 'neath the moon,
shining their finest glow,
ride the tide as it slinks
away in ebbing flow.
Gardens of sea pebbles,
bright with seafloor colors,
mingle with calm sea life
that hug nocturnal shores
beside Poseidon's wife.
Gardens of sea pebbles
bead chains of jewelry
sparkling with waning waves
that cleanses their design
in gems that garner raves.
Gardens of sea pebbles
vibrant as the youthful
Goddess Aphrodite.
Exquisite adornments
gifted by Amphitrite.
Written: November 19, 2023
________________________________________
I must plunge into the seafloor.
Out into the abyss of water and starry sky.
I utterly crave a lofty vessel. As waves roll ashore,
And the insight of the stars from high.
The wind symphony and the vortex spin
Yet the pearl sail is shaking within.
A murky haze veils the ocean's surface.
And the onset of a dismal dawn stirs us.
I must plunge into the seafloor.
Owing to the beckoning of an ebbing wave,
An erratic and yet obvious call before.
That might not be waived.
I'd settle for a breezy day.
As cotton clouds glide across the sky.
Sputtering fog and billowing spume
And the squawking of seabirds, I presume.
I must plunge into the seafloor.
Onward to the wandering gypsy life.
Trillions of years elapsed, and it is still pure.
Where the wind acts as a sharpened knife
The only thing I require is an ascetic tale.
Expressed humorously by a gypsy peer.
Restful sleep and lovely dreams prevail.
Finished the drawn-out mystical cheer.
Sharing a summer adventure
with a soul sister
enticed by the comforts
of a mystic island
surrounded by blue seas
taking a plunge
in the hues
of warm vibrant waters
with our underwater cameras
exploring the tranquility
of the transparent seafloor
where we made our secret wishes
upon the glowing starfish below
Spoke to a cloud today –
the usual conversation
about shape and size,
lows and highs...whether
my need to tote a handy, spring
loaded umbrella...or a better chance
to go without pants, dance
on the beach ~ showing off
thighs, widening sockets
of older generational eyes – he
told me of clouds who gather and
threaten, causing ships to leap into
salty lather, sailors beware!
take battened-down care! – schools
of fishes diving to ocean depths
they share, with ancient vessels (and sewage),
a seafloor covered with sandy
coinage – a diver's delight; when
stormed into sight –
more subjects of our chatter
and debates, were those of tides
and tectonic plates; also of bony-splatter:
living shrapnel, from a well aimed cannon-ball
against a wooden hull, or artillery shell,
man's modern perpetuation, of that never
settling, always heartening seafarer's knell –
I went on to ask, if in all his travels, had
he ever seen anything truly divine?
Like an angel passing...or a saucer
flying...perhaps some mythical dragon
soaring, trying to lasso down a tasty
moon ~ bring him brightly closer,
doing some dragon flips, salivating
for cheesie fondue lips....
Behind the door,
Lay your shattered tears in seafloor,
Pardon my betrayal outdoor,
My heart wandered away indoor,
Through the trap door,
Never let this guy indoor,
She recalled his spoor,
Washing the floor,
Broken doorknobs,
A love stopped to a hidden doorsill,
He laments in the dooryard.
Doorways dispersed the doorstops...
Crying her heart, a home withoutdoors,
Dead as a doornail...
The Sea Rolls and Rules
Ragged, slategrey skies
Gulls brave the battery of winds
Mariners pensive in storm-tossed ships
Cut through the waves with billowed sails.
In the sanctity of the ocean's deep
The most ancient things of this world do sleep;
In the crushing cold of the muddy seafloor
Lie eternity's treasures, to rise nevermore.
Far above, life goes on in the swell of the tide,
The Mother of All tosses her children about
Sings them to sleep on her bosom wide
As they swim or shudder, gambol, shout.
The rhythm of life beneath the waves
Flows on and on in this womb and grave;
This whole beauteous Earth sprang from stormy seas;
From the deep dark below,
All her children flee.
Image of Tsunami Riptide Natural Disaster provided by Pixabay.
Boxing Day 2004
Poetic Form: Rhyme
Half the world sleeps, the rest are unease
when the Indonesian seafloor fell
as jolt ... Richter 9 plus few degrees
collapsed structures that chimes the death knell
the rolling tossed many to their knees
danger festering, biding a spell
tsunamis threat warns the expertise
too late to head inland as fear swell
latter killed most, death lists ... the eyes seize.
2021 May 09
*HMS chosen o'er PS (differs)
Rocking boat with the motion of the ocean,
My ocean, Unsettling Ocean, but the boat
Does not rock by way of the waves, it rocks
Because the occupants have nothing to do
Other than tilt the boat from side to side until
They die, waters unnaturally calm, flat,
Disturbed by unnaturally small ripples from
The rocking boat, disturbed by disturbed
Minds in the rocking boat that are wondering
Where they are, why they are there, if they
Are even alive, if they are trapped on the tight
Curve of time. One man jumped and returned
Dry as a bone, like he never jumped at all,
Another dipped down to drink and found his
Throat dry as a bone, like he never drank at
All, then they all jumped and returned dry
As a bone, like they never jumped at all, and
They all were in shock and awe. Tranquil
Bear trap, this rocking boat, and they concluded
That Death's scythe was simply lodged in
Their throats, hung up on the tendons—soon
The water will start to fall, they said, as the
Seafloor is taken away and all their heads fall
Off and roll, and the unnaturally calm waters
Will never feign being natural again.
If seashells could see sails from the seashore
seashells might sea sail see fail fall seafloor
cus seashells don't see sails on the sea soar
be seashells on seashores aside the sea stored
MERMAN-MERMAID
Life started in Sea with water-borne cell.
Progress of evolution yields fish
Fins to swim and tail to propel.
On further evolution
turned human above waist.
Female named as Mermaid
Male termed Merman.
New Species.
Half Fish
Wow!
The
couple
of half-fish
Merman-Mermaid
made dive to seabed.
to play free, hide and seek,
dance on tail as seals perform,
where coral polyps held in reef,
and to make friends with sea cucumbers,
sea stars and sponges clinging to seafloor.
09/26/19
'Mermaid' Contest by Line Gauthier.
pearl on the seafloor
her kisses....
on my cheeks
Into the evanescing night
Floats hope, now restrained to a dream
Within the edges which incite
Tales clinging unto the extreme :
Russet of summer, ebb of tide
Blows whispers as rainstorm nears
Its last heaving when moons provide,
A bright glint reflecting my tears.
Although long my amble on hills
Time does bestow my earnest bid,
To forgive, a strife from love's chills
Allowing mist to end tight grid--
Old stories drown under seafloor
Through August , warm the hues blending...
For magical is the beam ashore
My heart at peace ...never-ending.
Brian Strand Late Jan 2019 Contest
Not entered in any challenge
I have denied the ocean's roar.
Still, I wait for you by the shore.
Two worlds connected by heartstrings.
Is this truly what patience brings?
My insight and logic at war.
I left but I cannot ignore.
You cannot wilt on this seafloor.
Despite the ground, your presence clings.
Rose in the sand.
The sun's blindness has made me sore.
All I do for you is adore.
Even if my universe swings.
Tell me, will you come if wind sings?
Don't leave me alone anymore.
Rose in the sand.
~
8/13/18
Contest: Rondeau Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
(The number of the image I chose was #2)
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.