Gaze Fixed Out To Sea

A poetic way to go

I wish to die
By the Teak rail
Of a salt weathered deck
A poetic death  you see…
Wrap’t snug as a bug
Warm woolen shawl  round my neck
With my ol’ grizzled dog at my knee
 I’d like to be found
Eyes wide open and round
In a rocker of wicker
Gazing out to sea.
What better a death
An ol’ poet’s last breath
Could there possibly 
…and poetically be?…

Author's Note

Wouldn't you like to go out poetically?

Reviews

[sherni]

I really like this! It's a neat way of thinking... "to go out poetically." Thanks for writing. :)

[Marie]

THat's certainly how a poet should go out. You have something in common with John Masefield.

[David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)]

Thanks for your time with this comment Marie. You're always a woman of few words and I like that in a woman. Who's John Masefield and is he good to have something in common with?

[Marie]

John Masefield was a very fine poet who wrote about the sea. He would have like the idea of gazing out at it like that...