Knight of the Underwater RealmA Poem by Drifting BlueNot sure about the first part. Your thoughts appreciated
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Knight of the underwater realms
Descending depths so far out of sight
They defy the tentacles of the giant squid
Who knows no deep, no reach unreached
‘Cept maybe the beach
In the absence of seashells I hold the girl of the conch
Her breasts bare like Eve’s pride
In the heart of me she pierces her teeth
And I feel no astonishment, but surprise
As the starfish fall in her eyes
I saw that the waves may take life as well as give
When my feet slipped into a ragged current
And I knew the fearsome power of Neptune’s tide
The eternal pull of salt to salt, sea to sea
The water that is within me
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Etched into shells is the DNA of all things
That’s why they can contain an ocean
And when you listen close you may know
The breath of God
Deliverer, parter of waves
What better to describe
What better way to finish
Than this pretty ocean scene
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Seaweed twines through the pier pilings
Vying with the barnacles for superiority
November bites like a rabid dog
And underneath me are millions of rays
Taking my line, running, threatening to
Take me down
In the gunmetal gray water.
I no longer see the innocent baby fat
But the cynical old man who
After millennia only feeds on hunger
Offering only puffer fish and man o’ wars
And I wonder who stole my picture
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So many ways of coursing current
That I will know in time
In time I will know the final mile of sweet water
And will finally fall into the sun.
If you see me on my way
Fall companionably in stride
Or swim with me to the edge
That we might find the good
The best of what is left
My eyes are dimming
Lulled by the sound of the waves
And now my rest within sight
I take my sleep
Knowing deep, all reach within reach
© 2008 Drifting BlueFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on July 8, 2008 AuthorDrifting BlueBad Lands, NCAboutPoet, Short Story writer. Insane. Little by little, we reveal everything. The itch is just too great to be anonymous. Who I am is what I write and vice versa. You'll see. Riding The Waterfall: The W.. more..Writing
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