Terry Brewer Poems
Beneath The Waves - Seychelles Islands
Beneath the surface of the blue, blue sea
Is a place I love to be,
Shall I bring lobster home for tea?
In the quiet beauty of the deep,
In that serenity, a ray, sand covered – is he asleep?
No, ever watchful, he wakes, shakes, departs
A hawksbill turtle, gliding by on flippered wings
Ever hunted to make those tourist things.
The beauty of his polished shell his death knell rings
Now the delicate coral garden reveals
Vibrant fish, gentle anenomes, horried eels,
And the beauty of slow cowrie shells
A giant grouper, stationary, guards his ...
This Poetic Fad
I sometimes think I’m going mad
It must be this poetic fad,
Everything I say or do
Seems to rhyme in lines of two.
I don’t know why, I couldn’t say
How I’ve suddenly become this way.
I’m sure the answer no one knows
My mind just will not think in prose.