The Sea

So, I'm copying my friend who posted a poem on her blog a couple days ago. I'd have done it sooner, but I was having computer issues. They are resolved, at least for the moment, so I'm going to share this tidbit I wrote just over a year ago, while in Ireland. Fair, green Ireland totally brought out the poet in me.
The day after seeing the Cliffs of Moher, we took a ferry ride from Galway to the isle of Inishmoor. I wrote the poem (and took the picture) on the ferry ride.




The Sea
The Sea, the sea
the rolling sea
salt spray
and foaming froth;
graceful waves and
misty rain;
islands wreathed in fog.

The Sea, the sea.

the mighty sea:

though men traverse

your breadth,

who can tame your

savage waves?

You are fierce and cold as death.

The Sea, the sea,

the wild sea:

rough winds and

frigid depths;

desolate cries of

lonely birds;

Your kingdom by Neptune kept.

The Sea, the sea,

the majestic sea:

her empire vast

in reach;

a kingdom teeming with

perilous life,

deeper than eye can see.

The Sea, the sea,

the restless sea:

ever churning, never

at rest;

driven by wind and

currents within,

until Earth's final breath.

The Sea, the sea,

the gentle sea:

whispering your

secrets sweet,

to sailors, explorers, and

lovers of life;

your lullaby sings me to sleep.

JMR, 7/22/08