The Leeward Shore:

Come gather ’round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown - Bob Dylan

The Leeward Shore: 

Passing tangent on tempest edge

gale winds fill billowed sails

souls aboard consumed by dread 

tacking west to setting sun.

Fault riddled journey races on 

void of peace hope is gone

life’s jetsam rides the ancient tide

in gyres flowing side by side.

Without new dawn’s breaking light

in each breast does flow

dread visions of a moonless night

fear of death a constant foe.

Gazed through these mortal eyes

at desperate earthly fate

without a redemption horizon line

expecting a tryst with death. 

On leeward shore a shadow line

beyond severed veil viewed 

an anchorage for the souls of men 

entered only by faith filled trial.

As final deliverance now is clear

breath comes in easy sighs

allaying all inner fears

willingly we lay down to die.

Reviews

[Soren]

Such a vision in this epic poem. In a literal sense it paints a picture that could have come from Melvil or Hemingway and yet I sense a deeper metaphor of life's seas here. absolutely lovely

[M.E.Lyle]

My thoughts turned to the Edmond Fitzgerald. Although different circumstances, the horror must have been about the same. It's an eerie tale, and a bit dark. The picture you paint is almost visible.
Great stuff.

[carl]

one of the few songs I ever enjoyed by Gordan Lightfoot, a great talent by the way. Thank you for taking the time to read and review, much appreciate your positive and kind encouragement - carl

[Betty Hermelee]

the terror of death as the rough seas overcome….darkness occludes the horizon….yet fate and faith both come together at the end, even though death was accepted by all…..
great images of trouble on the high seas…very well written, thank you for sharing
warmly, B🌷

[carl]

Thank you so very much for the positive encouragement much appreciated. carl

[Betty Hermelee]

You are most welcome Carl
Warmly, B

[John the Baptist]

In some ways this one is similar to Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar." Through most of the poem there is uncertainty and dread. Then in the last two verses an anchorage entered only by faith appears. Seeing this, the speaker is reassured and ceases to resist death. He is ready to cross the bar.

[carl]

thank you for time to read and review. I see what you mean by the similarity to Crossing the Bar. Have not thought of the poem for a very long time. My father was a career Navy man and I remember him telling me how much he like that poem. Thanks for the memory. Your understanding of my piece is exactly what I was trying to say. pleased it came across that way. -carl