TEMPEST
In squalling winds the storm increased
the vessel deep in swirling troughs
beneath the jaws of surging waves
where no escape was evident
from natures frenzied trackless deep.
On seasoned sailors beaten faces,
sick by violent calenture,
the reckoning of death recorded
‘til all tempests rage abated
reinstating thoughts relief.
And in relief the vows they made
helped ease the agonies of mind
but soon to face returning threats
their destiny as yet unknown
by spirit of the cyclic seas.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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super write and a superb painting.
Thanks - the painting is 30ins long and is quite a statement - it's currently in the studio awaiting a buyer - said he hopefully.
I dare not buy any paintings, our daughter is an artist and our house abounds with her works. Wall space is at a premium in every room.
I am not sure that I have a favourite but there is one piece I keep returning to time after time and which I have included in my directions to be played at my funeral - a depressing thought I know but I must say I don't say the piece is depressing - I find it just serene and so beautiful. It's Rachmaninoff's Cello Sonata 3rd movement - in fact I think I'll listen to it now.
Full of flowing tempestuous spirit
- - both painting and poem a treat.
Thanks Fay
Thanks MICHAEL you are so so symbiotic ! "Though the howling billows roll on roll ................ !" screams form both the Painting & the Poem ~ love it ~ BRIAN
Cheers Brian - I am almost out of serious poems now (just about 5 or 6 to post) apart from more whimsical pieces unless I start writing in earnest so will be slowing down in my postings within the next few weeks.
The painting reminds me of photographs taken by the Hubble telescope of the wonders of space and our universe . Such sad news you are running out of poems to post . That means fewer paintings and enchanting words and leaves me painted blue .
Okay for next two or three weeks but after that it will be a bit more spasmodic.
A fine write M. Now look, I expect you will write more 'symbi-wotsit' poems soon, as Brian says! heehee. If I knew what it meant exactly. *gets out dictionary*
Maybe just write thoughts in poetry-line form. I've done a departure from the usual. Wot, no hymn from me?!
Wot no hymn - I'll go take a peek-a-boo
I could always knock out the odd couplet (very odd) I suppose just to keep momentum going (going where?)
Absolutly superb sir..
And from an old
Sea dog as myself..
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