A Blind Man Looks At The Sea

as it says....

Let me be sighted in the sea wash,

late waves, back water,

that curls as foam under the Moon,

my face pulled to the tide,

my eyes brothers in salt,

no startlight, no endlight.

Gulls sing at the first

slight wind that changes

direction in my ears.

Let me drink all this;

ebb and flood, wind and sea,

flood and ebb, sea and wind. 

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

Your words bring the ocean to life so anyone can see it.
A very impressive poem which I enjoyed deeply.

[Emily B]

lovely and warm and moving . . . i might drift away in words like these

[SUGATA M]

The poetry is like a picture. You can touch the emotions with which the piece is written. I love to read poetry like this, simple but strongly emotional. Thank you for sharing.