beneath a tumbling sea, some in the shallows,
some so deep even the burrowing fish
know them not.
When, at the end of a long pier,
one that reaches out into the wild waves,
you stand at that last flimsy rail,
that separates you from all the drowned.
When on a fine day, on such a day,
you look with your soul,
see you the storms that took them all down,
or do you see the leaping dolphin,
a sky-blue infinity
spinning on a silver coin of light?
The deep has speaking bones,
the voices of people, ships, iron, or wood,
will call to you,
through the strident beaks of the gulls.
Listen to what the ocean gives up to the sky,
as a feathered wind swoops by.
Categories:
shipwrecks, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Mary Rose, Andrea Doria, Estonia,
MV Doña Paz, RMS Titanic, and the Endurance
Wasn't, in techno craftsmanship, each a utopia?
Wasn't, yet, the cause of their wreck been soft luxe sentiments?
Could they, in cores, cope with collisions with the ice rocks?
Was immersion hypothermia humanly handled?
In times of perpetual physical and psychic blocks
Wasn't the divine enlightenment and wisdom trampled?
As though hunted and haunted whales, the ship's skeletons swayed.
Spirits of the dead, with the synchronizing sea waves, dance
Neither the lighthouses nor the stars could show them the way.
Doesn't, yet, the strife of each life, before God, get a chance?
In games of gain and loss, did they gain and lose by themselves?
Are the shelves of the ships that are wrecked mere shelves of elves' delves?
Categories:
shipwrecks, death, life, nature,
Form: Sonnet
What lies beneath- lies beneath for a reason lost treasure
Categories:
shipwrecks, loss,
Form: Monoku
are under the sea,
some in the shallows,
some so deep
even the burrowing fish
know them not.
When, at the end of the long pier
you meet the rail
the flimsy rail,
that separates you from all the drowned,
do you see
the storms, bombs, shells, or kraken
that took them down,
or do you see the leaping dolphin,
the sky-blue infinity
upon a gleaming silver coin?
Do you imagine
the sunlight rebounding off
the curly legends of mariners,
tattoos nibbled and yet talking still
of the last and first foot they put
upon this watery space,
where even the familiar
is alien. If you follow their paths down
to where the devil dances
in his fishbowl
(the one you smashed with a flying elbow,
just an accidental jab
that took the wind out of your world
until now),
do that, then never
go upon the sea again.
Categories:
shipwrecks, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Fading beacons, lights along the further distant shores
As the firebugs within nights, a burning nevermore
Left unpleasured in their yearning, Seamen laden take the test of storms
As the lunar lighthouse crossing clouds, swallowing up to blacken bay
And mariners are dreaming of hearth and home beneath Trident's splashing grayer haze
But, more of regret that they're met by wave after crashing wave
And the lightning unrelenting, lighting up hollow safeties
As sirens do, louder than the roars that nature orchestrates
Where silence booms just below, the ocean offers up her truce of deadly ways
A chance for eternal rest in seabeds of reef and precious sunken treasures
Thus, once again joining their fallen, fellow shipmate anchors
In the mist of a shipwrecks, beguiled into ancient slumber
Waiting in unmarked graves to one day be discovered
Categories:
shipwrecks, natural disasters, sea,
Form: Free verse
On a robust breeze, the sunset flares
through the ripe peach filtered clouds.
As they extend garish golden glaze
past bleached sands, salted corpses.
Cold crying of sailors washed clean
slipping off the clambering crabs.
Categories:
shipwrecks, death, fantasy, nature, sea
Form: Crystalline