The Ocean
For A Challenge From Poppy The Poet In VIM
Introduction
This is for a challenge by Poppt The Poet that you can check out here Because it is a private group I can't really share a link but you can try.
I will use the villanelle format for this
The music is "Can't Get It Out Of My Head" by the Electric Light Orchestra which I often use for these poems.
The Ocean
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Looking Out From The Ocean Shore
Watching The Waves That Hit The Sand
The Foam Races In, Seabirds Soar
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Dolphins Play Where The Waters Draw
Venus On Her Half Shell Risen
Looking Out From The Ocean Shore
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Poseidon's Trident, He's Primed For
Rising From The Waves, Sea God Grand
The Foam Races In, Seabirds Soar
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Neptunes Realm, Who Mermaids Adore
In Coral Caves By Him, They Stand
Looking Out From The Ocean Shore
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See A Portuguese Man O' War
One Of Many In His Command
The Foam Races In, Seabirds Soar
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When You've Seen It All, There Is More
The Ocean Waves That Kiss The Land
Looking Out From The Ocean Shore
The Foam Races In, Seabirds Soar
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Where the woods breathe.
The woods don't shout like cities do, they speak in hush and hum, in leaf-tongue whispers overhead, in the beat of beetle drums. Sunlight spills in broken gold, caught on every seam, stitching shadows to the ground like pieces of a dream. The trees stand tall as ancient thought, their roots curled. Their branches writing quiet maps of an older, softer world. A breeze turns pages in the ferns, the moss remembers rain, and somewhere far, a wood thrush calls a silver, bending strain. If you walk slow, the forest knows. It matches breath for breath,lends you its calm, unknots your chest,and steals your hurrys weight. for in the woods,time loosebs up,becomes a drifting thing. Just light and bark and steady heart and everything listening. and when you leave, a part remains, tied to root and hood. a small, green pulse you carry home: the quiet of the woods.
By Siatola Weaver6 days ago in Poets
Comments (5)
Such a lovely read Mike, thanks for writing this!
Lovely verse and enjoyed the rhythm and rhyme here,
Whoaaaa, this was so magnificent! Loved your poem so much!
I really enjoyed this one. Nice work
Nothing less than beautiful, Mike. This one carries me away to places of such great wonder.