Denis Martindale


I Haven't An Ocean! - Poem by Denis Martindale

Of all descriptions ever penned
The ocean stays the same,
With depths Man cannot comprehend,
Except to map and name…
The ocean acts without a thought,
It bears no guilt at all,
Not like a man who could be bought
Or angel doomed to fall…
No point in pointing fingers at,
It has no eyes to see,
It has no mouth, no cause to chat,
It stays a mystery…
Though Man can build before he dies,
The ocean can destroy,
It matters not how hard Man tries
Should God wish to annoy…
For only God decides its use,
A carpet ships can glide,
Or tighter than the hangman's noose
Once drawn down deep inside…
While some risk all they ever hold
For treasures down below,
A man is worth much more than gold
Than he could ever know…
And that is why I keep on land,
The ocean far away,
Let others swim beyond the sand
Exploring where they may…
Let others sail from east to west,
Such exploits I ignore,
For me, to live on land seems best,
So why should I want more?


Denis Martindale June 2017.

Topic(s) of this poem: dangerous, treasure

Form: Prose Poem


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 6, 2017



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