11/18/2012

Poem88.My Sea Blue

My Sea Blue


I can see the waves coming,
strong, big so frightening.
Is there time to take the coat
my favorite yellow on rod?

Had seen these rough times before
but not so anger never been there.
What happened to you my dear?
why you give us so much fear?

Anyway I am on my run
trying to go ahead of you.
Won't allow to take your turn
without a fight my Sea blue.

Written for The Mag144 where we have to write on the given photo prompt. This is mine.You could read other wonderful poets if you go there.

9 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

Love the struggle and beauty here...

Kathe W. said...

oh my- two ways to read this- one more scary than the other. Well done!

Linda said...

I love the colours of your poem and the energy you have created with your words. The ideas blend together beautifully, Rashmi. Thank you for sharing.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Intense and well written.

Sue said...

Oh, dear. My reading of this is a rather ominous one.

Evocative piece.

=)

Kutamun said...

For some reason this sends me an image of a girl standing in the prow of a wooden whaling boat, with a hand held harpoon, somewhere loat in the wilds of the southern ocean . Very moby dick. Thanks

Karen S. said...

Ah yes, wither I go or wither I not, very powerful piece!

Carrie Burtt said...

The waves of the sea and storm do represent a struggle don't they? A beautiful write Rashmi! :-)

Margaret said...

I hope the sea blue is victorious!