rabid reader
05-19-2010, 01:42 AM
Ah, the rough and tumble sea.
The knowledge of your soul
Entering it to be dipped upon
When it is deemed necessary.
But I a young child at play
Have a way to see the sea.
An entrance to your ideas
But traverse as the oceans of ones mind.
To live in the sea must be tragedy.
To dance at the whim of mind, is
Dangerous and reckless.
This works on a motif that I utilize in a lot of my poetry of the ocean, and its overwhelming vastness mixed with its unpredictable hostility. I envision it as creativity, imagination, something that is essential in small doses but on a grand scale can be disastrous.
The knowledge of your soul
Entering it to be dipped upon
When it is deemed necessary.
But I a young child at play
Have a way to see the sea.
An entrance to your ideas
But traverse as the oceans of ones mind.
To live in the sea must be tragedy.
To dance at the whim of mind, is
Dangerous and reckless.
This works on a motif that I utilize in a lot of my poetry of the ocean, and its overwhelming vastness mixed with its unpredictable hostility. I envision it as creativity, imagination, something that is essential in small doses but on a grand scale can be disastrous.