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~

[Gandré]

This is absolutely beautiful. I am in awe... such an imagination and how it flows, the rhyme full of colors in my ear.......and my tongue liked the feeling what I was reading this loud for me.

My new favorite of yours.
Why such humble personalities like yours and
so talented....are soo rare in this world??

[emmajoy]

I saw that!

Methinks you know boats and sea and weather etcetera.

There are some great lines in this... where to start though! 'Top sail filled but spirit rent'... 'Bow lifted to the failing light Spirit soars with oceans roar'

You've used the analogy sailing:life so very creatively: the ploughing of a ship through stormy waters, the being enduring the strains of life.

I could go on... 'Can almost smell the sea and feel the wind.

Great poem, truly.