The Nomad and the Unnatural

The berg was machine

Material and manmade

Unnatural to the nomad…

Of the roaming waves

 

A foreign object in a swirling still…

Thus ever stranger place

And soon there were cries of animals spilled

More or less ones free willed

 

Trodden down and over cast

Onto plains of liquid mass

It turned its back, going

On its path and merry way

 

Without thoughts, without pains

Or any noticed phase

To the ocean’s rise, a little more…

Than it was just yesterday

 

And of the surface, flesh and steel they were none

But gone, now in downward slow exchange

To meet beneath the beds of tranquil

Of a vast aquarium’s base and live again in peace

Reviews

[Blue]

Hmm, thanks for this, Mike! I'm a little bit overdosed with romantic poems tonight I need something refreshingly different.

"Without thoughts, without pains
Or any noticed phase
To the ocean’s rise, a little more…
Than it was just yesterday"

You got me here. This is very well worded.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, who thought someone would write a poem about a wave? Not me, lol.

[Pryde Foltz]

And of the surface, flesh and steel they were none
But gone, now in downward slow exchange
To meet beneath the beds of tranquil
Of a vast aquarium’s base and live again in peace

Splendidly crafted and expressed nautical write.

[s y e]

// Trodden down and over cast
Onto plains of liquid mass
It turned its back, going
On its path and merry way //

Woah, the imagery in this is so vivid it's like a movie... This is quite a different poem from the other ones I have read by you.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, I try to change it up; different subjects, different styles to make life spicer.

[Rita L. Sev]

Great imagery; a different tone in this one, written with an intense voice.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, inspired by John Donne's Burned Ship.

[Frieda P]

I had to read this one over to get the true feel for it, lots of awesome imagery here Michael, the feeling of an overwhelming power within your poetry.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Frieda.

[JLXXXVIII]

I'm a fan. Great flow. Fluid.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank you sir. I was inspired by John Donne's poem Burned Ship.

[A. Amos]

Without thoughts, without pains
Or any noticed phase
To the ocean’s rise, a little more…
Than it was just yesterday

Mike this is seriously mesmerizing piece, above lines I guess I read 6 or 7 times just to feel the joy of your writing. Epic bro simply brilliant thank you for sharing words of wisdom.