Poem Category: Ships & Oceans

Christmas cruise
our tourist trinkets
to strangers.

Island sunset
surrounded
the sea on fire.

Tropic isle
in the sinking sun
it’s gulls I hear.

Tropic isle
a tightrope bordered
mirrored sea.

Antarctic cruise
coming bright brighter brightest
the polished stars.

Combed by the wind
three little girls
at the ship’s prow.

Aegean moon
our cruise ship following
with party lights.

Dunes
hurling sand
into the sea’s storm.

Whale watch
tourists taking a spray
from the mother’s calf.

Tender giantess
at the rear of whales
the calf’s mother.