Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Salty tears are shed
What is this yearning
Of man for the restless sea
For what do we search?
Its white horses leap
In spring with a briny scent
and breeze in our hair
Languid summer calms
And then we dare to enter
The womb of origin
We are stirred by fall
As storms rage leashing fury
At our long absence
Brave mortals who dare
Then in winters frigid calm
Seek answers again
What is this yearning
Of man for the restless sea
For what do we search?
We seek our mother
To thank her for life's gift so
Salty tears are shed
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A very nice haiku set, O.E. I was there with you all the way. They made me feel the sailor's quest in a way I'd not experienced before.
ReplyDeleteThank you too for this nice prompt word. It was timely for me as I have been relating and showing pictures of our New Zealand-Australia cruise.
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Beautiful, Old Egg! I have only been to the ocean three times in my life (the fourth is coming up in April) and yet I am amazed at how it calls to me, and how I long to return to it, just as you have written of so eloquently here.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteLovely post. I, too, hear the siren's song...
ReplyDeleteWell said. Both beautifully worded and thoughtful.
ReplyDeleteOh this reads almost like a prayer :) Love this - I could imagine myself walking on the beach and hearing the cries of the gulls.
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