To Sea Poem by Martin Zakovski

To Sea



Out at sea on a sailboat
as winds stop to blow,
the small craft ceases to move
and in the deserted expanse,
fishes provide us company
they listen to our serious chatter
and understand something is wrong,
unlike humans who are ignorant
to all our tears and agonies
I think I'll spend my life here
on this becalmed sea.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: free verse,sea
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