How wide is this grey sea stretched across
My soul without crag of shore to rim its vastness
or continent to impale its monotony?
Where wander these waves that ripple outward
Carrying adrift the flotsam of my existence
To shoreless eternities, those cocoa brown
Eyes of my first art teacher, the gnarled braids
Of oaken roots where my first kiss failed,
The names of so many who have walked
This journey with me, yet are no more;
Specks of debris, floating upon waves
Disappearing each by each, first from
life, then from memory, lost to
The depths of the great grey sea.
The kaleidoscopic chaos of reality
A projection of mere biochemistry
Will fuse its animated memory
To the particles of soil which gave birth to me
In darkness, and in darkness once more swallow me,
Darkness with darkness, circle complete
Yet what becomes of the great, grey sea?
Disappearing each by each, first from life, then from memory, lost to The depths of the great grey sea. ........Brillant so vivid and so powerful a great write Seamus, enjoyable read. Annette
Hello, Annette! And thanks again, as always, for your so very encouraging thoughts. Blessings to you for the New Year! :) S
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The innerself searches with questions, so many different seas in our life, amazing poem!
I love that thought, Bill, so many different seas we encounter in this life. Thanks, Bill, and all the best for the New Year!