Ocean Stones Poem by Ivan Funk

Ocean Stones

Rating: 5.0


Built from great constellations and long forgotten rivers
I give you my restless poems without regret.
Yes it’s true that I’ve been on the move lately
and have little time to talk.
What can I say
but that from this day forward,
I can only promise you vague dreams
and curious facts.
Yes, I keep moving, thats understood,
but please tell me something,
from which ocean did you arrive,
was it during summer?
or after a winters storm? Was the moon out that night?
My restless longing needs to know these things.
My thirst grows toward oblivion;
I need to feel the ocean move towards the shore.
I need to watch the stars so none go missing.
I need to keep learning about roses
and things until I know absolutely nothing at all. Really it’s true,
and it’s not my fault that I live without a compass
and that my love grows wildly in no particular direction.
Will you excuse me now, as I put distance
between you, me and this poem.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marilyn Lott 14 May 2007

I can see that you love nature as I do. So many things every day to enjoy and appreciate. I enjoyed your thoughts. Marilyn

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Angela Combs 18 June 2007

I too enjoy meeting and gleaning what I can from others.. never wishing to be limited to one place.. learning all there is to learn and yet knowing nothing at all.. This world is a wonderful and mysterious place.. All in All A beautiful Poem

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June Feir-Cruz 12 September 2008

Junior, you were inspired beyond belief when you wrote Ocean Stones. It's beautifully written and intelligently so. If I am understanding this poem correctly: is the man like a 'rolling stone' not ready to commit? It appears as though he is a man of the world and has a thirst of knowledge from the prosaic to the most important things. Thank you for 'keeping it real'. Bravo! !

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~ Jon London ~ 24 May 2008

hi Junior, a beautiful display of fresh waves run down the page..great expression used to create such fantastic imagery, Thanks for sharing Jon

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Gary Witt 13 February 2008

Mr. Pocoloco: Very well done. I particularly enjoyed the way you captured (probably the wrong word-let's say 'expressed' instead) a vagabond spirit and an interruptable soul. I suspect the internet is a natural environment for this persona, when one can start out reading about U.S. politics, link to an environmental page created in Denmark, and link again to an article about a new species discovered in a rain forest. In a mere five minutes, zoom from a senator from Illinois to the most remote part of the planet. Each link is an interruption, each 'puts distance' between us, and yet each closes gaps. Many thanks, G

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Midnight Clarity 09 February 2008

Got a feeling of intense attention to detail combined with an aching need to move on. Love the sense of dilemma it gave me. thank you.

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Fred Babbin 02 February 2008

Another beauty. So many of these philosohical nature poems are so disconected, I doubt the writer knows what he / she is talking about, but you have a point and you make it with lovely language.

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