Poem Category: Ships & Oceans

Landward

the orange windmilled sun draws

and the bright boats slowly bob.

Bringing us to islands …

at the ship‘s prow

the squawk of seagulls

Our sharp white hull

opening the Aegean waves …

opening the afternoon swell.

Island cruise

a hush of dawn lovers

at the ship‘s prow.

Cruise ship table

her smile to the waiter

tainting my white wine.

Ocean Liner

alone on the sunset

alone on the sunset‘s fire.

Dunes

hurling sand

into the sea‘s storm.

Still on its side

under Aegean waves

the shipwreck‘s name.

All sunset

the sea‘s horizon

is the same sliced orange.

Whale watch

tourists taking a spray

from the mother‘s calf.