See, These Ships Sink

These ships are sinking, we must find a shore secure

Sure, these boats have carried us as is known in lore

Yet these husks are rotten, brim ragged of holes

Sending these sculls to depths, drowning all clinging souls

 

So save our souls, in a meaning clear

Amend our ardor, truth without smear

Rescue our reason, rend rectitude right

Salvage our spirit, redeem us from the trite

 

On these waters, we words once meant something

Yet these swells of culture were sadly perverting

So on these oceans of life, new words must sail anew

For under these depths, we must sleep dead, there accrue

The Fisherman

He threw the gray net out

Bubbles rose as the net sank

And the wind blew on

As the waves crashed against the boat

 

Only a heavy net

 Of water, kelp came up

 And the wind blew on

 As the waves crashed against the boat

 

 Like a tornado throwing down a house

 His net flew to the wooden deck

 And the wind blew on

 As the waves crashed against the boat

 

 For three nights he had thrown his net out

 Battling the waves and the wind  

 Heaving back ropes full of the leaves of the sea  

 In despair, he threw the net as the wind blew on

 And the waves crashed against the boat

 

 The wind blew

 With the waves crashing

 As his gnarled hands

 Pulled the gray worn net

 

 Under a crimson sunset

 A boat crashing against the winds and the waves

 Sailed home full of fish and a fisherman  

 

On the Whimsy

One day, on a whim I sailed
To find a sea imagined
Vapid, fastly far I travailed
Yet not an iota scavenged

Next day, on a limb I wailed
The dearth of ideas deplored
How yester festered and failed
How today I whimmed for more

Today, with a vim  I hailed
that whim so dear and fad
yet swiftly it wassailed
my failure, fled, a nomad

Someday, a rim availed
this whim I’ll catch for me
but now with sigh exhaled
I’ll traverse this mage sea