Poem Category: Ships & Oceans

In the soft beds
of Aegean waves
ship bones.

Our bathing lounge chairs
burned by the sun…
Caribbean cruise.

Tropic sun
the thieving gull
lives tomorrow.

Tropic isle
a crow’s-nest falling
from the horizon.

Deserted yacht
the slapping whispers
of her torn sails.

Moonlit whales
her newborn following
their ancient journey.

The blue Aegean
about twenty yachts
becalmed at sea.

Dawn spreads …
a boat leaving the harbour
to gull cries.

Holy oceans
from your deep greens
the whales blow.

Rocking gently
boats and gulls
coloured sunset-red.