The Boundless Sea

Words...  Words...  Words...  What are mere symbols and shapes on paper to describe the shattering apparitions I have seen and the stinging sensations that have pierced my life’s shackled shadow?  Yet even as I weigh and measure these coarse characters on this page, pallid cold clouds swift over my remembrance. 

 

Pounding waves carry my intentions to sleep and baleful, thundering storms still wake me in the depths of the night while the echoes of the vanishing angel’s voice whisper on.  My mind now fills with the restless, boundless sea. 

 

Reefs of jagged, black rock rise like lone pillars.  Trying to crawl from underneath the swelling sea, they are ever forced adown under the relentless onslaught of the pounding green waves; deep green waves that rise up like arched wings, then fall and shatter upon themselves in foamy ruins.  Thus is my life, ever surrendered to the shifting waters. 

Author's Note

“O mar com fim será grego ou romano: O mar sem fim é português” – Fernando Pessoa

Reviews

[Alex Cook]

Excellent. I really enjoyed this. Picture was great too.

[An owl on the moon]

I appreciate your comments so much, Alex... :)

[Matching Socks]

You have such a beautiful way of speaking.
Gorgeous poetry CF.

[An owl on the moon]

Ana, your words always lift my soul. Thank you. :)

[Matching Socks]

You're welcome. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful artwork and words. My favorite subject. Words, the sea and possibilities. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry my friend.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, yes... how I miss the sea, my friend... it is woven into me, so I am breathless without her waves... Thank you for pausing here to read my words.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Latifa]

the closure of this beautiful descriptive words is wonderful
Thus is my life, ever surrendered to the shifting waters
enjoyed muchly

[An owl on the moon]

I so deeply appreciate your kindness, Latifa, and your presence here at the cafe... :)

[Adam Adams]

The title of your write's way enough to impact the universe. No wonder that you wrote this beautiful and so suspenseful art... in words. I've already read your earlier writes, you've got a talent to put suspense, thrill, the taste of love & anew art of tapestry in words so, it's a pleasure to read this new write from you. I find this poetry a piece of novel (you might be working on). Very nice description. If you plan to reveal few more short verses of your novel, don't forget to share it with me. I'd like to take a look at your other work as well. Keep writing!

[An owl on the moon]

You understand so perfectly this piece... this fragment of frail words draped on a page. It was pulled from my novel, An Owl on the Moon... Thank you so much for always encouraging me, Adams. Here's to an amazing new week for you!

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I love the sea, powerful and emotional, just like the writer of this masterpiece :)

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, dear lynn! When I was young, the sea swallowed me... and it never gave me up... May you find its waves always a lullaby... :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Magical, mystical and mysterious. Enough said :)

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much, my friend! Good to have you here... :)

[Alexandria Reece]

This, Sir, is not only a visual experience for the reader, but audial, tangible, and starkly relatable sparking cerebral response. You have here forged emotion into a sensational experience. I never expect anything less from you -- what an excellent piece, Craig.

[An owl on the moon]

Fair Lady Alexandria, how you grace my beggar's table with this feast of your divine presence... Such nightmares as these always lie buried just under the surface of me... though waves find a way of washing them on shore... Watch where you step... :)

[Marie]

We can't describe what we have seen and experienced with words, yet words are all we have. Coarse characters cannot be shattering...engulfing...

All of us are adrift,throwing our nets to each other...

[An owl on the moon]

How I love your expressions here, dear Marie.. Yes.. though words are limited, they are all we have.. everything we seem to experience translated through their frailty... Thank you for sharing yours...

[Lydia Shutter]

The psychological push and pull in this write is powerful. The metaphor is brilliant. Fantastic prose! Lydi**

[An owl on the moon]

Lydi, I am so grateful you came by... pleased you could feel the turmoil in me... the restless sea...