Poem Category: Ships & Oceans

Dawn still stormy
the wreck breaks up the surf
broken by it.

Lighthouse beam …
the sounds of the shore
between our sails.

Pleasure yachts
the fondle the tides shape
around their rears.

Tropic isle
the travelled seed
first germinates.

The last-month mum
alone after breakfast
pruning her bonsai.

Pleasure boats
gentle harbour waves
caressing their hulls.

Solo yachtsman
his shadow falling
behind the wind.

The still dark sky
pinned with stars …
Aegean dawn.

On its reflection
a cruise ship through
the full moon.

Limp sails
an albatross on the deck
in folded wings.