In The Midst of Shipwrecks

A seamen's tumultous life

Lights long the brink of distant further shores
Douse sanity crawling home to sky orbs

Burnish evermore illuminates imagination
Seamen unarmored do battle to ready storms

Where homebound is lost among the eve

 

Behind crossing clouds, watching eye; never finds what's looking for

Trawlers as drunkards swill in barrels of blacken bay
Harbors in hearth of mariner's back logged dreams 

Neptune's trident stirring typhoon's grayer haze
At the door deaths wave after crashing wave

 

It's not enough to the fight

So Lightning entices plight laughing

Between flashes black outs safeties

And white coats frenzy

Sirens a calling, sacrifice their comforts,

Give way to screams of dying love

Joining the chorus which nature orchestrates
Into the silence depths boom,whence 

The ocean echoes too, offers up her deadly truce 

 

Of one chance for eternal rest slumber in coral sea beds
Initiation into the brotherhood brave fathom

Fallen fellow shipmates relaxing in rusty anchors
Beguiled into the mist of shipwrecks

Men become lost buried treasure unmarked in time and graves

 

Reviews

[Michael G.]

I have huddled close during storms on land. (Particularly when one lightning strike got too close to me.)
But a storm at sea, now that's a different beast.
There is a majesty in those storms. There is beauty beyond belief, also. When the waves are larger than the ship you are on, and they keep coming one after another... a man learns quickly just how small and insignificant he is. You penned this well.