Ocean Souls

A tale of the ocean souls.

“Day after day, day after day,

We stuck, not breath nor motion.

As idle as a painted ship

Upon a painted ocean.”

-          Rime of an Ancient Mariner.

 

An old man stands with a cross hanging from his neck,

As the end of the horizon greets him with a smile.

Nowhere left to turn, he sets foot on the deck,

Unanchored ship; crewmen arrogant and guile.

 

“We set sail for the end of the world,” tells one,

As tranquil storms batters the ships woodwork.

“In search for rainbow’s treasure and the Eagle’s sun,

To find the Netherlands in the mountains of Cirque.”

 

“Where the moon cries for deal souls,

And the stars shower the world in dead dreams.

Not in search of gold or Dead Sea Scrolls,

But where the planetary curtain bursts at the seams.”

 

“You’re all fools,” the old man says, quick and steadfast,

A broken smile graces his pale lips.

“There is no end of the world, just endless seas so vast,

And rainbow waterfalls polluted in nature’s bliss.”

 

“But, as there is all but fire behind me,

I have no choice to join you on your quest of old.”

With seasons all same, they sail the Black Sea,

Off the edge of the world and into darkness; death beholds.

Racing the black sunrise over cold waters of blue,

The grey ship docks on the waterfalls seabed.

One last ride before death’s rendezvous,

To the symphony of sirens, their sea turned red.

The curse of an idle mind can infect any one of us,

While the imagination of dead poets paint the world with oceans of gold.

A sanatorium for philosophers where their tales turn to rust,

The tale of the men who went insane by the seas clock; The Ocean Souls.

Author's Note

Random scrawls at 2am. Not my best work. Inspired by "The Rime of an Ancient Mariner" by Samuel T. Coleridge and Nightwish's "The Islander".

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

I imagine you know why this would amuse me specifically then...

Yes?

Alright then... I have no further comment for you my dear.

You don't need reviews from us on your writing....

You're a chameleon of the highest order. I salute you.

I'm not dead yet my friend John Silver. (Sammy Cools has nice ring by the way; drugs, insanity.. philosophy... he's my kind of cat) I went more romantic today... why are we both writing about f*****g sea ships? You salty b***h. (i'm doing narcissism today... it's a pirate thing.)
arg!

[K. Harding]

Yes, I remember your poems of pirates haha. Perhaps we both write about ships because of their wonder and it seems that we both appreciate old fashioned writing and writers/poets. Thank you for the feedback.

[PhoenixDown]

I was just getting ready to sleep and then decided to check WC quickly. I am glad I did. This is righteous and right up my alley. Will provide a lengthier comment tomorrow. But really awesome accomplishment here. It excites me.

[Davidgeo]

I bet you won't comment tomorrow....

[K. Harding]

Take your time, thank you!

[PhoenixDown]

How much hate and negativity must one have to say such a pessimistic thing? Why would someone say they will comment, with no intention of commenting? I don't know this writer in real life. If I didn't want to comment, I wouldn't say I would. For you to be a product of negativity as you are -- to have that outlook on people - not thinking they will do something as simple as commenting on a piece of writing and THEN jumping to conclusions and actually commenting on that yourself - on someone's page designed to portray their work..... well that is pathetic. I couldn't even lie and say I pity you. I just think it's totally pathetic. Keep on feeding that hate you harbor inside -- see where you end up in 5 or 10 years.

[Davidgeo]

Relax champ... it's really not that serious. I like my hate, as I like my love... you might want to look at your own hatred... you seem very angry over very little.

[PhoenixDown]

Respond faster.

[M. L. F.]

Very cool. There are a lot of beautiful and tricky lines in this that I liked.....

As the end of the horizon greets him with a smile.
Nowhere left to turn, he sets foot on the deck,
Unanchored ship; crewmen arrogant and guile.

The grey ship docks on the waterfalls seabed.
One last ride before death’s rendezvous,
To the symphony of sirens, their sea turned red.

Some pretty nice ramblings throughout this write... What meter do you use? Is this a form of sonnet? Just curious... Nice imagery.... ;)

[K. Harding]

For this particular poem I didn't use a meter (that I was aware of, I may have done subconsciously), I just wrote in what I felt fit the rhythm in my head. Thank you for your feedback though!