poems

Sea Fever

by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must do down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

By mikeslawns11, ago

Joy

A joy once found
worth more than any amount of pounds
through fields of poppies
a puppy roamed in search of something
guessing his way from dawn till dusk
following a nose for fawns and ducks
pigs and geese quickly rush
copse of shelter trees, battle the breeze.

By mikeslawns11, ago

One Sense Left

If my hearing did lose
no melody or chord on piano played
nor sonorous tone on clarinet heard
not one jot of scale or note
all flown with the wings of a dove

Oh garden rose in bloom the air
while butterfly blue to nectar bare
my mother’s guests toast her fare

Aroma of spaghetti bubbling
dumplings among stew thumping
not cavern fare home sweet home

Capacity to feel and touch i lose
no warm embrace and comfort choose
when sunset on day fair
refreshing breeze over Robson Glacier cool
on skin not dare

Light of day i pray
or night with mistress moon beauty blaze
poor boy chime wind or song
now the Beaufort range cast shadows long

Eclipse my dreams were it not
perceive the breeze a-lee
mine own good compass steer the seas

For with just this one
i could make believe each and rest

Imagination all will free

By Albert Taylor, ago