There she stands, a lovely lass
Her countenance as smooth as glass
But the stillness is deceiving
Deep currents can change calm to heaving
And anger can replace her glee
She is the sea, she is the sea…
Her past obscured by swirling mist
Shores she battered or gently kissed
Her emotions are the surging tide
Of love once found and then denied
Best listen to what she says to thee
She is the sea, she is the sea…
To be bourn upon her heaving breast
Up and down, from trough to crest
The glittering flash of lightning eyes
Peer from darkened, stormy skies
And all her moods are known to me
She is the sea, she is the sea…
Her salty tears your heart will drench
Yet all your thirsts it cannot quench
Many men have found themselves so cursed
To try to slake this endless thirst
But such a thing is not to be
She is the sea, she is the sea…
She is the mother of all life
But mistress only, never wife
To travel upon her vast expanse
Is to leave your life to random chance
It is her fate to exact her fee
She is the sea, she is the sea…
What man denies her rough embrace?
To share her love, yet leave no trace
The man who calls the sea his home
Can own no land, but only foam
From her anger we all must flee
She is the sea, she is the sea…
The sailor who cannot resist the urge
To do battle with her fateful surge
And is drawn at last to his final sleep
Way down within her darkest deep
When his final breath he gave
Surrendering to that final wave
And he realizes that nevermore
Will he gaze upon that distant shore
He will not pass beyond this storm
To where her heart is once more warm
To see her grand and sparkling smile
That light the shores of some tropic isle
He shall not drop anchor in its lee
To shelter there in impunity
A castaway forever free
He slumbers in obscurity
Yet one last smile we might see
As he casts to her his final plea
To hold him safe upon her knee
To rest for all eternity
She is the sea… she is the sea…
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I don’t do poetry often. I, like many of you, find it can often be tedious and a bit pompous. But every now and then I like the challenge of the poetic form. This time I set myself two extra challenges besides just making it rhyme. I wanted it to sound a little like a Poe poem. And I wanted to see if I could compare the many moods of a woman with the many moods of the sea.
Pouring My Art Out 
I was humming this in my head as a Maritime sea song…then it became a punk song…then it went back to a poem. Really enjoyable…great rhythm.
a chanty… that’s what it needs to be.. a punk sea chanty.
Exactly. 😉
indubitably
Muy bueno, Arturo. I love it! 🙂
yay
This is beautiful. The rhyming is impressive – I know that’s not easy. It was nice to see something like this on your blog.
There is lots of stuff like this down there
I thought you might say that!
I thought I might too… ha
Reblogged this on jensenempire.
don’t get seasick
Who me, i’m a water sign….
Like ‘No running by the pool’
But, it’s empty!
all the more reason
There is a whole in my room dear lyzza, there is a whole in my room— bla bla bla….
HA! I know that song…
Does it take you back a little ways?
everything does
Now you’re really showing your age!
I might as well, now and then
More now, than then!
maybe
That’s a pretty lose answer….
Does this really call for tightness????
Boy, do i have a sick mind!
I am assuming that is a rhetorical question
Maybe! Do think i have a sick mind?
trick question!
It isn’t my place to judge.
Yeah, but you already have!
Possibly many moons ago….
heap many moons
i had thought we only had one.
Well, they might be a little farther away than that one, but there are others
where?
What are we talking about anyway?
moons… heap many moons
Where do you keep your moon’s?
around all my billions of other planets and suns… and the ones in all the other dimensions…
Which dimension?
almost all of them
That’s a little un-fair you have all of them!
who said life is fair???
Did you?
no
No what? By the way, how are you doing on the highest comment count?
slow but steady
Are you reaching colourful numbers?
seems like
Like will you go down into history, until some other ass-hole decides that you don’t belong there!
wait… what do you mean ‘some other’ asshole??? and why are you talking about the comment post on my sea poem post?
i’ve lost my mind, throughout the telling of time!
oh
Is that like in ooooo, or oops!
yes
nope
nape
nupe
nipe
Trip
yeah I am
Yeah a trip in outer space…
Danger, danger Will Robinson!
How about that tv show?
I remember it well
How about this one, engage!
Star Trek… the original…
quick
fast
faster than?
a speeding mullet
What faster than a hair-cut?
Try googling “mullet”
ok
so
sigh
Like that one, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, can sigh, you have more than one sigh?
sigh, sigh, everywhere a sigh
Another movie
there’s more than one?
i’ve gotten lost with my own questions…..
I noticed that
well thanks, for not telling me there was toilet paper stuck to my shoe….
or that your zipper is down
i hate when my fly is open, in those embarrassing moments.
Wow “a’s, r’s, and s’es!
exactly
Gull-oolly
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Andy Griffien Gommer Pile
that sounds so dirty
Especially the yukie ones…
ha
No reference to women, just a lot of water behind your ears!
that too