an ocean story

down the lanes of persistence and sweat,
there are waves lapping at the mind’s cliff,
seeking restoration of things wild and vain,

I see with my squid eyes the promulgation
of morrows bound to my brows, lives are tarnished
by the salt of this ocean of continuity, despite
a range of cul de sacs of mediocrity,

I ache to parch my thirst through drowning,
I seek virtues in the bleeding sun touched by
paints of this allegory. I have seen tempests
and treacheries, I have witnessed moats
of luxury, and the contrasts that lie within
these stories.

the vastness doesn’t exemplify loss but transcends it
into a lonesome lore,
I can feel the brush of drops and sand coming
awash, on my face, as my limbs stretch out
to become the shore, where

sirens sing and muses muse a melancholic hymn,

a reverie is lost and found, thus becoming –

it was meant to lose itself in turquoise ripples,
for the fates of my nature and your culture
are misaligned.

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24 thoughts on “an ocean story

  1. I am at the sea when reading your piece, I experience the tide coming in, and going out, the waves coming to shore. Did I say I enjoyed your piece? Well I did!

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  2. Susan Chast says:

    Wow! And if she could speak, this ocean, who sees with squid eyes and acknowledges tries and fails? I m headed to Cape Cod where I will sit in the arms of this vast body and pray with her for a better alignment. Unforgettable images!

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  3. The ocean almost wrote itself…conjured up such beautiful images in my mind. There’s something satin about the words…images…here. Mesmerising absolutely!

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  4. How beautifully you wrote this oceanic poem Ha. My favoirte lines were:
    “I can feel the brush of drops and sand coming
    awash, on my face, as my limbs stretch out
    to become the shore, where sirens sing…”

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  5. It took me several reads to get into the feeling of this poem…

    I especially liked —I ache to parch my thirst through drowning,
    I seek virtues in the bleeding sun touched by
    paints of this allegory.

    and
    the vastness doesn’t exemplify loss but transcends it
    into a lonesome lore,….and the closing lines…beautiful!

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  6. As you paint your seascape all water, sky, clouds and sand you edge yourself into the paint. At first, just a little but eventually your psyche flies through the scene expanding its space and time. A very fine poem.

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  7. The cul de sacs of mediocrity made me smile, but throughout there was this mix of man-made landscapes and the seascapes untarnished by human hands. A fine mix indeed.

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  8. Glenn Buttkus says:

    A very strong piece here;. The sea always draws me to it; for a time of negative ions & rejuvenation. Your perspective shifts here are masterful.

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  9. Strong imagery and speaks of rejuvenation and loss in a never ending cycle ~ The ocean is vast in its greatness and lonesome lore ~ Good to see you HA ~

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  10. sanaarizvi says:

    it was meant to lose itself in turquoise ripples,
    for the fates of my nature and your culture
    are misaligned.

    Unforgettable write!!❤️

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