OUT OF DARK LAGOON

The ship of life sails into the night

OUT OF DARK LAGOON

 

Rudder hard to port

Black water gurgling and

The dark lagoon slides past

Night breeze filling luff

 

She glides into the gathering

Dark

Sorrow fills her he is spent

Top sail filled but

spirit rent

 

Sun vanished behind the earth

No red in gathering storm

Solemn clouds embraced her

In to fear and melancholy

 

Damning earth in her struggle

Sails filled with renewal

Bow lifted to the failing light

Spirit soars with oceans roar

 

Alone bereft of human kind

Her resin forced into the wind

A ship of hope revival

Perhaps a lifeline for mankind

 

Will other craft fall indentured

To the will of sullen nature

Will others catch the wind of night

And fight to live as mankind should

 

Forks of fire and cracking thunder

Roaring seas tear at her ribs

Pounding snarling angry water

Seek to cleanse her in the night

 

He stands resolute on the fore deck

To man this is not a plight

Only the beauty of the darkness

Howling wind to cool his brow

 

He will find in consternation

That freedom is a quiet storm

Having floundered now risen

Seeking life in stress and darkness

All settles quiet into the norm

---- Eagle Cruagh

 

Reviews

[IMOGEAN]

If I were a true romantic, I would believe that "she" is me.

But, then of course, I know how you love to sail, and for sailing itself is one of the most romantic, yet terrifying hobbies ever.

The gliding grace of nature carrying you into the most beautiful places of all God's creation, and then back again, to the most ferocious and violent seas that fear has to offer.

You know, this kind of fear can only be quelled by faith, because in that moment, your faith is all you have.

Eventually, the sailor floats with the winds flow into more serene waters, where God speaks through the gentle rippling sounds of the sea, lapping against her sides as the sails flap softly in the wind. A true sailor knows what a wonderful gift it is to experience such freedom and beauty.

Darling, John, I must now save anymore romanticism for another day, and congratulate you on an amazing creation of art in literature. From the imagery to the deep feeling that only a true sailor, and lover of the seas could convey, I must honor you now, because this poem is a glorious work of art.

Affectionately,
Imogean~

[Seashell]

Beautiful description where one immediately wants to compare the relationship with boat to woman. The ups and downs, the contentment, the working hard to enable calm, the split second decisions but all in all , the beauty and marvel of such a sight and journey.
I had an experience last month which I wrote about..maybe you would like to read.."Lucky or what"..
I think there is absolutely nothing else on earth like the feeling when one is sailing, fear not an issue, but when it does pop it's head around the corner, it's probably one's worst nightmare.
Great write here
Thanks so much for share
Babsie Bee xx

[Poetic Beauty]

The use of the storm and the boat are great metaphors. Life isn't always simple and can be very chaotic, but sometimes once we go through the storm we are rewarded with the calm settles in and have learned a valuable lesson in the process. This is thought provoking and well done.

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THIS IS A REAL WELL CRAFTED PIECE OF POETRY I LIKE THIS AND YOUR WRITING STYLE

Alone bereft of human kind
Her resin forced into the wind A ship of hope
revival Perhaps a lifeline for mankind

I PRTICALLY LOVE THESE WORDS RIGHT HERE, YOU SEEM TO HAVE A WODERFUL TALENT.

[JessicaPatton]

I love the life you breathe into this. It's as if she's a feeling individual. Reminds me of my grandfather because when I was young, he'd take me on his sailboat and we'd sail around Alaska.
You're so inspired, I want to know where you draw your energy from.
This flows so well. Poetry isn't my best, I've given my shots at it, but my poetry is always so chaotic. But this flows so well!

There's this picture I painted once, of the silhouette of my grandfather's sailboat against the sunset. It made me think of the painting�

[Julie Dant]

"Solemn clouds embraced her In to fear and melancholy Damning earth in her struggle Sails filled with renewal Bow lifted to the failing light SPIRIT SOARS WITH OCEAN'S ROAR."
I love how you give her a life and SPIRIT to weather the storm...even when she is afraid and depressed. What a wonderful way you have with words.. the imagery is powerful. You're such a good writer, Eagle.
I'm honored to get reviews from you and feel honored to be able to tell you how your writing is an inspiration to me. As Imogene says below..this is a work of art.
Thanks for the gift of sharing your work!
Julie

[closed account]

Wow very good write, I love how I could picture every word as if I were there on that ship! but my waters are always calm..lol

[Traces]

Beautifully written. Holly

[holly]

"Freedom is a quiet storm" What a really good line! I liked that line best of all, but the entire poem was really a pleasure to read.

[PENS FOR PEACE /TJ CALI..]

Great poem with passion from your soul! Love it!
Good luck with all your future writing!

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

what a storm, I can visulize the whole callademous yet soft love of sunsets breeze; great great poem, you should write a story about this; ---mishel