OUT OF DARK LAGOON

A Poem by Eagle Cruagh

Ship of life sails into the night

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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

© 2008 Eagle Cruagh

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Sheila Kline

Tremendous words of hope and survival.........as the rudder heads home to safe harbor, it/he does so midst dark and stormy waters, yet the boat continues, sails filled with renewal, and the horizon holds prospect for survival.....though much sorrow and struggle surrounds it. The description of no red in the gathering storm makes me think of the old saying, Red sky morning...sailor's warning....red sky night.....sailor's delight...it is dark so in reality there is not delight to be found, yet the voyage continues, as he stands resolute..........................
on fore deck.......and heading back to safety.
Words of the struggle and survival are so vividly expressed that it is as I am riding out this wild storm...the thunder cracking, and forks of fire...excellent imagery......
but victory is coming, and acceptance....though perhaps not by choice, but by circumstances, surfaces, and freedom is found in a quiet storm, floundered but now risen.....survival, overcoming, acceptance.....will - a very strong will!
So very much pathos in the overall message of your poem, but you have shown how by forging on, understanding and a sense of "normalcy" may come! We have to seek it, and want it, but it does settle in after a time!
A wonderful write!!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Cherrie Palmer

I enjoy poems about nature, they refresh and feed the soul. This poem has a great flow it builds like the storm.
Wonderful images, that paint a rich and full picture. Cherrie

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LisetteCanWrite!

She is Survival of the fittest.. great strength and sadness.. one ventures out not knowing where to set sail through angry harsh waters.. trying to find higher meaning and solutions for the world.. He is stable.. having already ridden the waves of survival and purpose now settling down to normalcy.. rising from a quiet storm. He has found his place where he is intent... just some views of what I took from this.. 1 still struggling for survival but somewhat intent and 1 still trying to survive through harsher waters... I could be wrong but this is the meaning found. This could be a married couple or 2 working in the same profession.. Survival is a way of life.. it is truly a fight of it's own .. my favorite stanza would be:

He stands resolute on the fore deck To man this is not a plight Only the beauty of the darknessHowling wind to cool his brow

This is so true for a man.. in many cases generally .. men are not afraid to go out into the night alone.. thus darkness can be conceived as welcoming even on a lone venture. Women have to use more common sense and protect themselves.. their senses more alert to sense danger at night for a lonely stroll. Thank you so much for sharing this writing.. it is full of meaning and I could keep making interpretations on it.. it can be applied to many things. =)

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Freder Fredersen (aka G..

Great flow. Filled with word pictures and sublime description. Amazingly well done!

Cheers!
FF

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Rick Puetter

Dear Eagle Cruagh,

This is a beautiful piece with lots to commend it. I especially, however, love the last two stanzas since this in the summary and statement of the piece:

"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"

Very nice. There are other parts of the piece that are still a bit rough, but these two stanzas are magic. Extremely powerful. Much enjoyed.

Very best regards,

Rick

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emmajoy

' Forks of fire and cracking thunder / Roaring seas tear at her ribs / Pounding snarling angry water / Seek to cleanse her in the night ' - what powerful words! Your descriptions about the mystery and might of the sea have always been extraordinarily realistic; but, as always you can use that skill in creating another picture. Seems - though I could be wrong. that the metaphorical ship battles on whatever the weather, whatever the circumstances in life.

Perhaps those last five lines are an acceptance that life is what it is: 'Seeking life in stress and darkness / All settles quiet into the norm '

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Laura M

It was so real I was almost sea sick. Bravo!

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It's stupendous! It's extraordinary.
It sent a chill down my spine... in a good way, of course.
Actually, I was having the most horrible day today.
But this poem made it turn out to be a day worth wild!
It's really well-thought. And I can't say it's "beautiful" because it's practically an insult for this poem.
I told you I would be hungry for more.

--Nicole Q. (Nikki)

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Sheila Kline

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Silvario

This piece flows with beautiful tone and a swift exciting pace. very descriptive, allowing the reader to notonly visualize, but to experience the moment.
True talent here. Nicely done. :)