a lone wave surges, falls, and dips
sensual melting froth on ocean’s lips
stirring siren sea draped in dimming light
this brawny sun kisses her goodnight
fairest darkest ocean maid
never on land would belong
those lips of palest blue-pink shade
parted in wail-song
shining flash beneath the wave
beyond the powd’ry shore
a longing glance of love she gave
beyond the docking moor
to a man alone and brave
a fisher’s cloak he wore
this sacred bond could not save
a dead-end with no door
a love so damned and infernal
a love forever wholly eternal
Last image from the photo challenge by Charles Martin
Sitting on the pier
What a beautiful day
No traces of fear
And nothing to say
Looking up at the ship of dreams
The waves lap like a kitten
A lone seagull screams
And somehow I’m smitten
It’s destiny I suppose
Creaky new boards
These sails and ropes in rows
The clanking of swords
But to never see the shore…
To lose sight of firm ground
Just water- more and more
Fierce waves that rise and pound
Fog and dark of stormy night
salty world of endless tears
aching surging windy might
rain surf driven spears
Desperation and adventure skim
Beneath the surface of the water
Like a siren on a whim
Neptune’s fairest daughter
Sitting on the pier
For courage I pray
No coward face to leer
And nothing to say
great
roaring
all-encompassing body
surging with life
and with death
containing power
that makes all else
frail
thundering depths
raging heights
plummeting and rising
with violence and force
teeming with
other worldly creatures
hiding
deadly savage beasts
soft as a lover’s caress
yet sharp as a killer’s knife
inviting
devouring
embracing
assaulting
beautiful wild ocean