Death Grip Of The Sea, Pirate Adventures (2) Poem by Captain Cur

Death Grip Of The Sea, Pirate Adventures (2)

Rating: 3.5


Wispy thin sails grasping times forgotten breeze
dodging menacing melting iceberg floes,
gingerly inching between towering rings
channeling streams of lonesome glacier rows.

Ghost ship unseen in cloudless blue sea glass
maneuvering slowly towards future sands,
snow showers unleashed by our scraping masts
destinies uncertain clock, stalled dead hands.

Eclipsed moon rapidly reforming clouds
swirling circular paths cyclonic spins
breaking free of the barren polar bounds
bow to stern caught in histrionic winds,

waves of tremendous infectious delight
graphic lines of storm strength shouting pleas
breakers of unimaginable height
lifting us from the death grip of the seas.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 10 October 2018

(cont.) other than jaw breakers or clumsy people, i think of (and online definitions imply) breakers as waves which 'break' over a shore. so it sounds like the ghost ship may indeed hit 'future sands', carried ashore by a huge breaker. but, being a ghost ship, it will probably survive as well as it survives collisions with iceberg flows. more punctuation MIGHT help me. HEE-hee. bri :)

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Bri Edwards 10 October 2018

first line times or time's? i'm a sucker for good alliterations so i 'love' menacing melting but i wonder what 'towering rings' are. hmm? wow! the masts much be very tall! but destinies or destiny's? bow to stern at first i read bow as a verb. duh! i really am NOT a sailor. i even misspell as sailer sometimes. (cont.)

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Kumarmani Mahakul 23 September 2018

waves of tremendous infectious delight graphic lines of storm strength shouting pleas breakers of unimaginable height lifting us from the death grip of the seas......so touching and impressive. Beautiful poem nicely executed.10

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