Published: 16 September 2024

my love is an ocean

my love is an ocean
deep and wide
my skies monumental
my storms, my tides
my depths may frighten you
you might imagine
I’ll drown you
drag you under

you might question your wishes
as I rise and fall
but I promise you
from the top that is never still
reflects light into prisms
transforms those into jewels
to the leviathan bottom that holds
this world in place
I only surrender to love
never play at it

I beg you, sail upon me
never fear me, dive deep into me
I will lift you, sustain you
bring you so many hidden treasures
you’ll wonder if my love can
possibly end

to which I’ll reply
time will tell
I’m only an ocean
nothing’s eternal
but I strive to impress

More Poetry:

Mom on deck

Call for Mom.
She’s needed on deck;
no one else will do.
Who could possibly replace her?
Santa Claus or God?

Epochs of taste

Paleocene had a light tawny appearance and a semi sweet palate.
Eocene was the name of donkey in a play by Sophocles that became an eponym for stink.

silver

some people say
black is the colour of chic

ode to D. H. Lawrence

this evening, my neighbour’s red brick chimney,
lit by the dying sun, glows brilliant carmine
against a pure black blue sky that penetrates my blood
and fills me with insensate ecstasy

the perfection of spring

the moment before the rain
after the garden has been planted
while children play, the air riven
with silver laughter, let them be
soon it will rain

the frequency of spring

the frequency of spring
tunes in on any radio, any
electro-static device including
the nerve network of all operating
bio-chemical self aware systems

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Epochs of taste

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Paleocene had a light tawny appearance and a semi sweet palate.
Eocene was the name of donkey in a play by Sophocles that became an eponym for stink.

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