The silent ocean of blue green water
Grabs my understanding of what is life
Thoughts of decades are about to alter
Certain to cause considerable strife
Unlike the cold blue water with its waves
Pounding, pounding viciously at the shore
Devouring countless people, now their graves
Many times heard it roaring at my door
The blue green water I wish to mimic
Rolling to the shore giving gentle calls
Even though there’ll be many a critic
Warning me of the hurricanes and squalls
True, yet the cold blue water they resist
Putting up barriers of every kind
While I would rather choose to coexist
At the open water and not confined
The deep ocean is intense indigo.
There is a sleepy feeling that it casts.
In its stillness there is not an echo.
Sky and water are losing their contrasts.
Rhythmic song of water against the ship,
Makes my eyes close. I feel the summer breeze.
I can taste the salt on my lower lip,
While the gentle rocking puts me at ease.
The sails no longer search for any wind,
While seagulls are not to be seen or heard.
The moment appears so undisciplined,
As if not a thing is to be disturbed.
The orange sun now nearly out of sight,
Quietly kisses the ocean good night.
Sunset at Etretat, Claude Monet (1883)
By the Oceanside
Tis never quiet at the oceanside.
Coming here often so my ears may hear,
The music that reaches far down inside,
Touching ever dearly to bring a tear.
Never certain what music ocean brings,
For the moon and the wind select the score.
Prefer the wind send the angel that sings,
Over the moon slamming waves at the shore.
The angel’s songs upon the ocean breeze,
Bring back many memories of long passed,
Of her endeavoring for my heart to seize,
A love, thinking it would forever last.
But tonight the full moon has taken hold,
Sending forward a Wagner symphony.
The percussion sounds are strong, stern and bold,
I’m so relaxed for my love sits with me.
Beneath the blanket to ward off the chill,
As we plan our future lives together,
Knowing the ocean to play what it will,
We shall persist whatever the weather.
Splashing Wave Breakwater
David versus the Mighty Ocean
Deftly moving to the breakwater’s edge
He chided the ocean with verbal taunts
With arms spread as if on a building’s ledge
Not modest as dexterity he flaunts
A wave came charging giving it its best
But the white crest was far short of the top
Now receding to take a needed rest
Ocean built up anger that would not stop
Wave upon wave came closer and closer
While the antagonist cheered the waves on
Again with feelings of being abler
With a mouth like a whale David was gone
Taking of David we may think a sin
But the mighty ocean will always win