She has broken backs, hearts, and many a wedding vow
but also has enriched many more
From the fisherman who leaves for days at a time
to the commissioned freight hand or fighter
gone for years
Vestiges in our vocabulary
Topside, aloft, and the widows walk
she will draw a man away
bringing him back better, worse
or not at all
Perhaps this is why her music, art, and stories
become prized to those who collect them
treasures in their own right
and an integral part of the human mosaic
Yes, the sea is a mistress
and a constant magnet for, dreamers, poets
and those fortunate enough to have been born
under a water sign
Wonderful poem! Just wonderful, thank you.
A Sailor’s True Love
The sea, she be a moody wench I says old son
fer she be strong of will and oft a temper hot
with storms so bad ye can’t stay in yer cot
and ye just hang on till she’s finally done
Deepest green with touches a’blue
her bodice trimmed in foamy white
she’s got a rolling gait alright
like hips a’swinging she carries you
But watch her moods me boy and well
fer she’s a woman after all so changeable
one moment calm the next a tempest full
from sweet lass to something dark and fell
Yet she is a giving love says I from experience
I remember days of sun and wind, the peace there
the wonder of diamond stars upon her bosom fair
a far place without confining border or fence
The sea eternal, a temple to the flow of time anon
a humbler of the arrogant and proud among men
and ever so its truly been as such and will again
for that is the magic of the sea till time is gone