The Sea

[David Strugnell]

Never fight a pirate. Why does the mast fall?
The wave grows like a cold whale. Breezes wave!
The sail sails like a rough pirate. Endurance is a lively moon.
Why does the shore die? Never command a sea.
Where is the sunny sailor? All seashells view small, warm breezes.
Seas grow! Never lead a whale. Where is the old lad?
Life is a sunny moon. The warm sun calmly pulls the gull.
The reef falls like a big pirate.

[hillwalker]

I have this vision of you sitting on the floor surrounded by individual words cut out of magazines (in this case 'Seafaring Monthly' and 'Pirating for Profit') then pasting a random assemblage into coherent sentences - or in this case lines of poetry.

It seems coincidental that when complete, bizarrely they make sense. Regardless of how succesful you are in achieving your intentions to surprise you are never boring.

H

[Delta40]

However you did it, each line was like the rise and fall of the ocean from beginning to end.