dusk arising

la mer



Enigmatic!
Some love to sail it,
some to harvest it,
and some to play in it.
Me....  i just want to
look at it and wonder.
That sea, home to a
population completely
oblivious to you and me
save for a few dolphins
and whales.
And I aint ready yet
to pay them no
home visits.
I go into the sea
like a fish out of water.
That stuff will kill me
easy as falling over
and it has a hundred
different ways to do it.
Oh sure I'll stand
and watch it's waves
while he sun shines down
but i aint too keen on
that sun neither.
No. For me gimmie
a day when the wind storms
and that sea boils
smashing angrily
on rocks and
wrecking coast roads.
Then tell me we're
masters of the planet!
Stand me next to
shipwrecked Sam who
still sets out to trawl
and i'll defer to him,
or call him madman.
No sir. Plant my feet
on firm ground and
i'll put up with all the
evils around me cos
other than getting
knocked down by a bus
those same evils and
a hundred more
are a waiting to
take me down out
at sea to someplace
I don't want to go.
Out there on the
belly rolling son of
bitch, sea sick ocean.
God bless ya
captain Birds-Eye
and pass me a plate
of hot battered haddock
fresh as the freezer
thermostat will give.
Oh, and ice cream afters.
Call me 'land lover', Ishmael.

Comments7

  • orchidee

    Good write dusk.

  • Neville


    ... Oh' I do like to be beside the seaside..

    ... Oh' I do so dig this DA...

    ... Not a word out of place but nigh on impossible to pre-empt .. and so glad you opted for the continental title too ... I think you are truly smitten ..

    ... no turning back the tide now you old poet you.....

    ... Neville :)

    • dusk arising

      Bucket and spade and sand in mums sandwiches accompanied by warm pop. Why was the sea alway so cold on the feet.?

    • Fay Slimm.

      Just expressed in many lines my appreciation for this ode to the sea and its power D.A. - but then pressed the wrong button and lost the lot....... ugh ! - -- -but please be assured I have listed this fervent piece in my favourites.

      • dusk arising

        Oh Fay! what a revelation... i had you down as a lady who pushed all the right buttons.

        Do you know i really wasnt sure whether or not to post this as its hardly poetry at all but there again i do stretch the rules as and when (often) it suits me. I suppose if we all stuck to the rules and formulae there would be no advances, nothing new. But i never learned those rules anyway, I just love our language.
        I'm both amazed and thrilled that you consider this for your fav's... thank you.

      • ANGELA & BRIAN

        ANGELA HERE - Ahhhhhh DUSK in mentioning LA MER you have highlighted one of Brian & My fave Environments (see todays Poem) ! We love all types of Sailing - Near the Shore - Open Sea & Inland Lakes & Esturies & Rivers. Your Picture & Music is quite Dramatic & might put some people off Sailing & even Cruising - BUT - in essence it doesnt have to be like that. Brian & I are good swimmers and always wear Life Jackets when sailing and have survived Capsizes @ Sea. The SOLENT is the Channel between the Isle of Wight & Mainland England - It is five miles long and up to a mile wide and offers excellent conditions for Sailing ! It is warm - calm & very enjoyable this week & ALBACORS are very stable for a Four Person Crew ! All I can say is to each His Own & Brian & I are definitely *WATER BABIES* Thanks for sharing - A & B!

        Blessings & Joy & Peace to You & Yours
        Love Angela & Brian 💛💛💛

        • dusk arising

          Don't believe all you read.

        • Goldfinch60

          Super write d a your lines :
          "No. For me gimmie
          a day when the wind storms
          and that sea boils
          smashing angrily
          on rocks and
          wrecking coast roads.
          Then tell me we're
          masters of the planet!"

          really tell how it is, Nature is the Master of our planet and long may it be so.

          I must go down to the sea again
          To the lonely sea and the sky
          And all I ask is a sandy beech
          And firm footing to look at the sky

          Andy

          • dusk arising

            Lovely words you give me there Goldfinch. Are they yours or Masefield's?

            I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
            To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
            And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
            And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

            • Goldfinch60

              It is the only poem that I can remember from my schooldays back in the last century.

              Andy

            • L. B. Mek

              'Call me Ishmael' wrote Herman Melville as the starting gun of his leviathan of a book.
              How acutely you characterised the voice of that same Ishmael: as the only survivor of that joyless tale.
              Wouldn't we all share the same disdain for the Sea, if we had traversed the horrors he miraculously survived?
              a brilliantly imaginative and empathetic write

              • dusk arising

                Thank you so much LBM. I'm surprise at this piece because it just found it's own way onto my screen without edit and has been received well. I often dislike what i have written but of this one im quite pleased. All the more because, thinking it not poetic, i was in two minds about posting it.

                Thank you for your informed comment and i'm pleased you saw the pun in the last line, which was almost accidental as i was going to leave it as "call me land lover" and then saw the possibility.

              • Unsub

                Dusky,

                can you please use a smaller font & use black as I'm colour blind to purple. The big font is very 'old man with piles'.

                LOL!

                Oh, not a bad poem by the way.

                Unsub.

                • dusk arising

                  Purple? What purple? Would you approve Hemorrhoid reddish brown in smear splatter font printed on softest toilet tissue in words of pain endured passage?

                  I'm intrigued by your knowledge of the disorder.



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