Still running behind. This is the poem I started yesterday for Big Tent Poetry http://bigtentpoetry.org/ for the prompt: Write an ode to a thing you love in nature. It still needs a lot of work, I was planning on a couple more stanzas, but I don’t have the time.
ODE TO THE OCEAN
by Mike Patrick
From your gentle tropic breezes
to the typhoon’s twisted path,
or the cyclone’s angry eye,
which comes from Neptune’s wrath,
your mind is always changing
with the night and with the day.
With your moods, the waves unrest
are the answer to your whim.
From the gentlest of rocking
to tsunami’s o’er the rim,
the seashore rearranging
whether continent or cay.
Beneath your cleansing waters,
is a world as yet unknown,
holding trash and treasures,
the resting place of bones,
with downed ship’s bells still ringing
out the sailors sad dismay.
The ocean is a place of great beauty and terrible destruction. Neat poem.
I’m glad you didn’t have time to add more because that last verse is perfect and ends it nicely. I love ‘holding trash and treasures’
This ihas the feeling of a song about it, and I’d really like to see the verses as yet unwritten. The rhyming of the last line in each stanza reinforces the rhythm and gives it a flow.
I like it, but I agree with vivinfrance…would have loved if it continued.
The power and energy of the ocean, and the ebb and flow of its waves … serenity or wrath … depending on the day!
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