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ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

0 posted 2003-07-02 09:23 PM

~*~~*~

How many times the tides
Have taken me on wind swept rides

Washed out to seas
Uncertain in un-named degrees

With nothing but a sail
The mind by matters to prevail

And taken somehow free form
As intuition inborn

How many times the surf
In pounding breaths for all its worth

Sudden swimming lessons
Served by fire the lifeline stresses

And beautiful the float
On surface waves without a boat

Beneath the opal moon
Against the shores to rest so soon

How many times my breath
Held fast in panic cheated death

And soundlessly the waves
Have carried on to brighter days

And yet inept to trust
Another journey’s ride I’m thrust

To fight or flee again
Into the sea my parted friend

Copyright Kkh 7/2/03

[This message has been edited by ThisDiamond (07-02-2003 09:43 PM).]

Magnus

Member Laureate

since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

1 posted 2003-07-02 09:40 PM

As waters flow the ocean,
as waters flow the sea.
As waters flow in motion
a sailing lass shall be.

Shall be a maid of honor,
shall be a maid of might.
Shall not let it haunt her
into the darkened night.

For on the ocean mighty,
and on the wave in crest.
A lass shall sing softly
of love within her breast.

and though the life is filled
with strife and suspense.
The wanting shall be willed
in this and every sense.

Live life fully, live it free.
Live it as though, a last breath will be.

eor
Senior Member

since 2002-09-26

Posts 959
blues & greys

2 posted 2003-07-02 09:43 PM

"And yet inept to trust
Another journey’s ride I’m thrust

To fight or flee again
Into the sea my parted friend"

loved this...

"in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums"

Ivy Rose
Senior Member

since 2001-12-29

Posts 1300
MA, USA

3 posted 2003-07-03 12:34 PM

This Diamond...Beautiful poem!!! So excellently expressed. I love the imagery of sailing in this poem. ***Ivy Rose

TasteOfOctober
Member

since 2003-06-24

Posts 94

4 posted 2003-07-03 12:42 PM

With nothing but a sail
The mind by matters to prevail

And taken somehow free form
As intuition inborn

this bit realy speaks to me.

The only difference between the creative and the conformists is that the creative will not be conquered and the conformists already are.

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

5 posted 2003-07-03 01:28 AM

love the format, the couplets are wonderful!

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