Sailor on this ship, ploughing
its furrow in the vast ocean ,
sometimes,calm wave,like a lake
barely shaken by the breath
of an indulgent swell ...
And suddenly the spirits of the abyss
are unleashed,seized with anger
at the human who taunts them !
Of a thousend sea serpents ,krakens,
snapping the vengeful whips !
Me,standing here ,drenched
in tears of salt and brutal sea spray ...
Mad poet begging for inspiration
in the element's violence ...
Desperate lover of this indomitable force,
uniting me to this female fury ...
Shipwrecked in some sleepy tropics ,
troubling geography of a mestizo girl...
I am on a quest for the treasure
of an old captain forgotten by the admiralty ...
My lunar Lucy and her diamonds
in the depths of sunken titans ...
You ship ! my life on the unruly ocean
of my insatiable mind !
Words, finally tamed ,I smile at my destiny,
privateer, adventurer,navigator ,
between Amsterdam and a bottle of rum
forever this castaway ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
there can be no denying here...you have a gift lorenz.
enjoyed every word.
Thanks dear friend ! This damn' inspiration is like a ship on a stormy sea !
It's great writing. Bravo!
Thanks my dear Helen for your gentle comment !
between Amsterdam and a bottle of rum
Lived it, loved it.
I am rather oriented gin ! Thanks Alan !
Rich in imagery I sometimes don't understand, but taken with the energy of it all. Thanks
Analogy between the fury of the human spirit and the ocean's violence !
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