Dusk III

sitting on the dock of the bay, yet again

When I sit to see the sun slip 

into the abyss, the blue bend 

of a day being swept 

at dusk to dreams 

it is the urge for ships 

I inherited, the insatiable need 

to feel the rocking horse sway 

of perpetual motion in my bones 

that draws me inward, summons 

to waves my thoughts for parting 

ways to shores as yet uncharted. 

And soon, to sea, off to see, I go.

Once more at home among the shadows. 

lulled to life, I find lucidity 

in the timeless rolling of blue 

bending to virgin verges.

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Your words near play the mood as you paint this poem with a more than fine sense of movement, thought, emotions - all part of your love for the sea. Its vast salty waters beckoning until there you are home again, held in peace and welcome, yet your spirit fed.
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'.. of a day being swept - at dusk to dreams -it is the urge for ships -I inherited, the insatiable need
to feel the rocking horse sway - of perpetual motion in my bones ' ..

[Betty Hermelee]

a lovely poem about creams of being on the high seas and endless adventures...then back to reality and timeless roiling of "blue bending to virgin verges"... lots of nice imagery here Ken...
Enjoyed it.
Warmly, B

[W. Barrett Munn]

A delightful little jaunt through the mind of a fine poet. "the blue bend of a day being swept at duck to dreams" is terrific poetry.

Winston

[Neville]

.. he aint heavy .. he's just heaving ..

[Ken Simm.]

A true celebration of the imaginations universe. And I truly like it.

[Lorry]

I wouldn't usually comment on something with such a title, as I never saw the first two movies, but congratulations for mentioning the rocking boat sway and me not losing my lunch, as I am oft to do when the short crossings by ferry to the Scottish Islands (any one with a distillery on it, which is all of them) and yes, I see how you would think that it may be a particular liquid refreshments fault, but why does it happen going there too?) 🤔