The tides violent,
rocks being thrashed,
grayness all over.
When the sea and I talk,
stay away.
The tides violent,
rocks being thrashed,
grayness all over.
When the sea and I talk,
stay away.
lest I forget
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When the sea and I talk,
stay away.
Thanks a lot Jyotsna. I wrote these lines in Pondicherry, and you know how turbulent the sea could be there, yet so powerful. I am not totally sure about the password to wordpress though will surely check and get back to you.
This poem brings memories of our recent drama with Hurricane Sandy to mind… Mother Ocean can convey very angry messages at times!
So true Barbara. Thanks.
Good, short imagery. Like it.
Thanks a lot Andy. I wrote this piece in south India, at Pondicherry, where the seas are particularly rough with a ‘take it or leave it’ air around them!
I love the ocean, but I am wary of it too.
The power of nature measures our own insignificance-I know my limitations! I admire the sea but from the land!