The Vengeful Sea

The Vengeful Sea

A Poem by Chris Shaw

Rotating blades of rescue bird
are heard above a storm-rent bay.
As darkness of the night is sliced,
a cone beams down of blazing light
to search the crested, gnashing waves.

Familiar sounds alert the town
and bulbs switch on as curtains twitch.
Soon people in their undressed state
relate their gossip, guess the fate
of someone or a ship's distress.

An hour passes, bird's still there.
It struggles in the spray-filled air
before it banks and flies away.
No news, the truth will have to wait.
Next day it does appear, poor wife,
the sea has claimed her husband's life.

© 2018 Chris Shaw


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The sea cannot be controlled. Can be very dangerous. Your poetry, true and honest. I suicided boarded the big Winter Storms of California in 1992-1994. We feel very small with we dance with the sea. Thank you Chris for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote, the sea can be both mouse and monster. Thank you for your response.

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Coyote Poetry

6 Years Ago

You are right dear Chris and you are welcome.



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The sea is very powerful, and we forget that at times. We surf waves, but have tsunamis. We have cruises, but have powerful storms. You put out so much great content that it's hard to give a "review" when all I do is read your work and become content. Making ponder upon my thoughts

Much Love

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Zahir, I thank you for your thoughtful response.

Chris
Good Christine. We underestimate the sea at our peril. I once made a canoe crossing with others out to an uninhabited island. At one point the mist descended and we lost sight of land. A sobering moment. You have described that sad event so well.
Regards.
Alan

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Alan. Yes we have to respect the power of the sea.

Chris
Mother Ocean isn’t an empathetic one. We mustn’t take her lightly, for she is as big as the world, and feeds just as we all do. Sad, dark and very well written.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Crowley.

Chris
A sorrowful tale of a storm-rent bay. Very reminiscent of many places plagued by nature’s fury and treachery and the strength and courage of the people who live their and routinely deal with it. Well narrated and crafted, it conveys so much.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Dhara for your response. Much appreciated.

Chris
Dhara_Ditzy Kat

6 Years Ago

You are welcome.
The sea cannot be controlled. Can be very dangerous. Your poetry, true and honest. I suicided boarded the big Winter Storms of California in 1992-1994. We feel very small with we dance with the sea. Thank you Chris for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote, the sea can be both mouse and monster. Thank you for your response.

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Coyote Poetry

6 Years Ago

You are right dear Chris and you are welcome.

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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