Came on to me a raging sea
in the maelstroms of anger.
Her blustery coils bedamn the spoils
and keep the boats at anchor.
Her waves a fright of ruthless might,
what goads this seething rancour?
This cursed land on where I stand,
what gods, pray tell, command her?
No fiercer storm, I’ve ever worn,
bedevilling my bearings.
My ancient stance in a moment’s chance
near robbed me of my earnings.
But held my ground, leaned fore to sound
my worries to their warnings.
I fought the cries of scathing skies
colliding with my yearnings.
That dreaded gale when seas prevail,
the deluge of damnation.
I paused in awe at what I saw,
the ocean’s congregation.
The charging ranks in thundering angst,
engulfed my hesitation.
To then recede, exposed my breed,
beheld my reputation.
It's cold to feel when truths reveal
the sins of all my dealings.
When shameful truths with guilt cahoots
and flouts a sinner’s pleadings.
To bear the brash where I now clash
with the innards of my feelings.
To lick the salts from my own faults
and taste my angered greetings.
What findings borne of sea and storm
will punish with good reason.
No quarter spared, no charges shared,
for mercy has no season.
To bear the guilt of lies and filth,
a life of spouting poison.
What’s done is done, what I’ve become,
the shame of my horizon.
My crimes behold, the vows I sold
when faith and soul were fighting.
The tempest howls from fierce her bowels
with pikes of raging lighting.
From far-flung lands to beaten sands
her chisels pound in writing.
I heard the poem, I’ve never known,
the ocean’s wrath reciting.
My naked flaws in brutal claws
I prayed for calm to hold me.
From fathoms deep my secrets weep
the frozen spheres to scold me.
The honest calls in wailing squalls
who is it that controls me?
And lapsing to, to watch undo
the only one to know me.
Succumbed to thee my sacred sea;
forgive me with your being.
Oh, ease your rage at my new age
with hope in now believing.
Sought no reprieve or to deceive
whatever I was seeking.
The blessed words of ocean birds
as if it’s me who’s speaking.
The oceans pose a heavy prose
from the depths of her dark author.
The son to birth, his sward of earth
will find his coast thereafter.
My sins when known, I tramped to home
to penance from disaster.
Forgiveness sought, I know, I ought,
the me that I must master.
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Author:
Tony Grannell (
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This is an amazing poem. Dare I use the word "masterpiece"? The cadence and rhythm is impeccable. The rhyme is perfect. The theme of existentialism and the doubting mind. Who is Master God, the Sea or the self. Who is at fault if we are rocked around by the sea of reality. I really enjoyed reading this great work. Well done
Hello, David,
You are much too kind, my friend but I'm not complaining - hahaha! Thank you ever so much for your lovely words.
You are in fine spirits, I trust,
Tony.
Tony…this is thunderous, confessional, and masterfully carved. 🌊 That sea isn’t just setting—it’s soul. The crashing rhythm, the raw plea for mercy, the storm as mirror...you, my dear friend, brought the divine reckoning right to the shore. “To lick the salts from my own faults”—that line's echoing in my head in all the right ways. Well done! Very powerful!. 🌹👏
Hello, Tristan,
Your lovely response is much valued and most appreciated. Very kind of you indeed.
Do take care now,
Tony.
You are most welcome, my friend!
Tony I have to count myself a fan of yours. Another masterful poem. It rhyme and meter carry one on as waves and the pairing of the sea with the human thought and emotions of the narrator are so well done. I must say mastering one's feelings is as hard as mastering the sea itself and the likeness is very well matched. Self forgiveness and self control require a good deal of seamanship. Very nice Tony another Fave
Hello, Soren,
As you can well imagine this was a tough one to write and took me an age to complete so, your very fine response has made it all worth while and for that, I do thank you ever so much.
All the very best,
Tony.
With a trio of rich affirmations above, what more could I possibly add? Only that I'll not miss out on your poetry when you give me the chance.
Keep swinging in here with 'em please.
Hello, Dave,
Lovely to hear from you again and very kind of you to drop by. I'll do my best to swing 'em in.
You are in fine fettle, I trust,
Tony.
I never read such a wonderful description of human emotion and described so beautifully, pleasure to read
Delighted you enjoyed this one and as always your words are very much appreciated.
All is well with you, I trust,
Tony.
You are very welcome
BRAVO
Hello, Tony,
Thank you very much for the, 'Bravo', kind of you indeed.
Kind regards,
Tony.
You're welcome
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