The Sea By The Bay Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Sea by the Bay

she stands with the wakes on the high sea
the sea who took away a part of her life
a waking memories of the surges and the lush of the waves

as life continues in their proverbial itinerary

in the presence of its strong attendance.
we speak of the specks and the wreckages,
in the force of these currents
the minds of the seas and our own
in the presence of this restlessness

the incarnate belongings of this world,
which is not unlike our fate

but in their hands we areweave and thrown
as inconsequential debris and wreckages.
not sentient being.
like the drown sailor who promises a ring on her finger.

mere pretenders of whats to learn
but leaves empty handed in its thrush,

genius and all, assuming,
low or unbowed, to be beaten forever,

the DNA'sinthe greathands of the sea God, altogether
washed sometime like
some thrownflotsam on the foams,
in the mighty roar of its harsh tides,
with the presence of these drowned victims, scattering,
unruly ghosts in these waters.