Colors of the Ocean

Noveyre

Sailing on sweet saline 

following the ocean road; 

paved with wind and waves

colliding beneath my boat 

 

And the sky above reflected

upon the mirror sea, 

looks as though I'm in the clouds, 

cloud nine, it may seem. 

 

The shore beyond so friendly, amiable to a fault 

it beckons and it pleads, but my anchor has been lost 

and the oars reduced to branches, their hands won't take the water

it must be acknowledged then, the Blue'll make me a martyr 

 

Yet the sadness of the mass of brine

is not so there as you'd think; 

the ocean blue like a siren on cue 

has taken many like me-

sailors venturing waters great

the curious seduced by the sea! 

The ocean'll drink our colors, 

but the colors we have seen!

  • Author: Noveyre (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2017 19:43
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 15
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • swingline

    I used to sail and this really rings true for me . Excellent poem .



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.