Secrets buried neath the surface,
anchored sturdy just below.
The salt and brine distort their meaning,
no one sees them from the shore.
The dismal sky reflects it's color over waves that steer the tide.
A hungry seagull screeches madly into winds that won't subside.
Distant laugher echos softly,
from the shore where people play.
Cool dark waters beckon to me,
from so many sailor's graves.
The angry force below the glimmer of the sea that laps the shore,
vows to soothe my desperate longing as I search for something more.
To the Siren come to save me from my lost and shattered soul,
Well I know she'll not desert me, in the dark abyss below.
COMMENTS
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birra
05:23 Aug 24 2010
I am in love with the imagery on this. The oceans and all they bring us is always a powerful image and metaphor for me.
KALIxNINA
01:54 Oct 12 2010
I love this poem, it is very descriptive.
Lutris8
00:44 Jun 06 2016
Well said :-)! The flow all the way to the last word is great.
GRTR1
10:16 Dec 18 2019
you nailed it