More Poems

Poem 4: The Sea

I am the Sea

                  Crashing, waving, whispering a song

                  Dancing through dream

                 And screaming through night mares

                 I can be good and gentle and lovely

                 But I am not, nor shall ever be, tame…

                 I can give—but I shall take as well

I am passion

                Those who know me have passions that are deeper than my depths

                No other can take my place

                Nothing else has as much as I

I am quiet

              Contemplative moonlit nights

              Girls who long to  know the mermaids' songs

              And dreamers in the dusk

But I am Alive

             Moving, ebbing, swaying, flowing

            Carrying, holding, fish,

            whales, seals, sharks,

            plankton, salt, and then some

           Life

               Here

                     Is

                       FULL

Poem 5: A Thought

A thought, a twist, a turn, a catch

--this must be some delusion!

I though I was done

With this particular thought.

Only a thought.

Not a Crush

Or a Dream

Or a fancy even

But it refuses to leave!

Should I look away?

Try to squash it

like a bug?

Ignore it for all I am worth!

A snare, a trap, a trip-wire

--Growing not better but worse with time!

Cautiously creeping toward contact..

a letter!

a note...

No!

Can I trust?

my heart and mind and self not to be a child?

To drop the pen, turn out the light

And leave what is alone.

And slumber.

Not to dream.

But to Sleep.

Poem 6: I Set out Writing a Sonnet

I decided to write you a Sonnet,

With its perfect pentameter rhyming.

A Sentiment with your name upon it,

In a fashion so very beguiling.

But pentameter is harder to write

And fourteen lines are not really enough.

Ans so I turned to a different light

To express all these sentiments and stuff...

So I set out to write for you a song

But the tune was all wrong

And before long

The desire was simply gone.

"Maybe an epic!" I thought.

"With nymphs and dragons and elves and the lot!"

But the dragons couldn't come

And the nymphs were from home

And with no dragons, can you expect elves?

So all I have is this note

(can we call it a letter)

And the knowledge that nothing so rote

quite expresses my feelings, together

So I hope you can forgive this silly expression

Of all my admiration.

For you.

And your smile.