Sat On The Atlantic - Poem by Cabaline xxx
In the middle of the ocean, the ferry ploughs,
its way through wave after wave.
Their crests and troughs launch, unceasing,
assault on the hull of our mighty vessel,
but she pushes on- relentless.
In the cafeteria people eat, drink and chatter,
letting their bodies sway, with the gentle,
rocking motion of the boat.
Outside, the huge flat calm of blue abyss,
goes speeding by, gurgling and splashing,
in venomous, natural, defiance.
On board, dotted here and there,
the tired, softly and silently slumber,
drifting in a sea of their own imagination.
Comments about Sat On The Atlantic by Cabaline xxx
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You