Friday, May 26, 2006

The Beauty of the Sea

As each strong wave pounds on the rocks
I stand, spellbound by the Sea
As the spray and foam quench the docks
I am breathlessly gazing at the blue queen

She embodies the patient and calm
With liquid lips kissing the sliver sand
Submissive to the breeze of the night
That takes her towards the moonlit land

She simmers with indomitable power
Ruining men, with a mere crystal wave
Looming over great cities, she towers
When she is raged, nothing is safe
And her crystal touch, saline
Glistening under the noon sun
Rushing waters, a symphony, divine
She is the joyous one

Nought else can be her
She is unique
None on earth will own her
She is free
And I, I am awestruck
Kneeling before the Sea.


Anonymous said...

oh sht, this one is really good... sounds like ode to the west wind...
i like it :)...

~ L. Rkn

Anonymous said...

What a lovely poem! I found it quoted on a forum by anonymous, and looked it up and found your website.

Do you realize that it is posted on another's website and claiming that it is hers, unless of course you have a second website.
Here it is:


when language like bubbling streams flow

when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands

when you feel the essence of the poet from within

when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm

when images reel as you read

when pen and paper create a symphony

then, it is poetry