OUT OF DARK LAGOON

A Poem by Eagle Cruagh

Ship of life sails into the night

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OUT OF DARK LAGOON

Rudder hard to port

Black water gurgling and

The dark lagoon slides past

Night breeze filling luff

She glides into the gathering

Dark

Sorrow fills her he is spent

Top sail filled but

spirit rent

Sun vanished behind the earth

No red in gathering storm

Solemn clouds embraced her

In to fear and melancholy

Damning earth in her struggle

Sails filled with renewal

Bow lifted to the failing light

Spirit soars with oceans roar

Alone bereft of human kind

Her resin forced into the wind

A ship of hope revival

Perhaps a lifeline for mankind

Will other craft fall indentured

To the will of sullen nature

Will others catch the wind of night

And fight to live as mankind should

Forks of fire and cracking thunder

Roaring seas tear at her ribs

Pounding snarling angry water

Seek to cleanse her in the night

He stands resolute on the fore deck

To man this is not a plight

Only the beauty of the darkness

Howling wind to cool his brow

He will find in consternation

That freedom is a quiet storm

Having floundered now risen

Seeking life in stress and darkness

All settles quiet into the norm

---- Eagle Cruagh

© 2008 Eagle Cruagh

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Sheila Kline

Tremendous words of hope and survival.........as the rudder heads home to safe harbor, it/he does so midst dark and stormy waters, yet the boat continues, sails filled with renewal, and the horizon holds prospect for survival.....though much sorrow and struggle surrounds it. The description of no red in the gathering storm makes me think of the old saying, Red sky morning...sailor's warning....red sky night.....sailor's delight...it is dark so in reality there is not delight to be found, yet the voyage continues, as he stands resolute..........................
on fore deck.......and heading back to safety.
Words of the struggle and survival are so vividly expressed that it is as I am riding out this wild storm...the thunder cracking, and forks of fire...excellent imagery......
but victory is coming, and acceptance....though perhaps not by choice, but by circumstances, surfaces, and freedom is found in a quiet storm, floundered but now risen.....survival, overcoming, acceptance.....will - a very strong will!
So very much pathos in the overall message of your poem, but you have shown how by forging on, understanding and a sense of "normalcy" may come! We have to seek it, and want it, but it does settle in after a time!
A wonderful write!!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago

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Katseye

Wonderfull so vieral.!

Posted 11 Years Ago

Greg the Bard

Eagle: I have not looked at this pome the same way the other reviwers have. In my short dealings with the ocean I've found it a fickle host and your work here says I'm right. This is a very well thought out look at a fickle mess that only the waters of the world can bring to light. Your sailor is like so many others in that he is looking for the right way to ride the waves of distrust that the ocean can bring. I love the use of cognitive words that carry the meanings forward. For example the word "Melancholy" depicts lonelness yet a different type of lonelyness. It's almost like the lonelyness of an American Cowbay riding the fence by himself. He knows it is something he has accepted as work yet there is a depressed work ethic in it. You never fail to bring great images into your writing and the way you show me the storm is wonderful. "Forks of Fire..." Lighten cannot be explained any better. I like this a lot. I wish it were longer with more views of the individual and the stress of the boat. Great Job

Posted 12 Years Ago

KATHY SUE SILLS

This was so wonderful, the words just flowed !

Posted 13 Years Ago

Norma M Sutton

This is lovely. The simple struggle of man and vessel against/with nature.

Posted 13 Years Ago

Lovely Lady

Oh, how vivid! Love it... "freedom is a quiet storm"
~lvoely

Posted 13 Years Ago

Naomi Montana Walsh

Will other craft fall indentured To the will of sullen nature
Will others catch the wind of night And fight to live as mankind should...
I really loved this line.. this poem ..reminds me of my own escapades with the sea..
I go to the beach .. the first awakening .. the water so cold it shocks me into the present..then the massive muscle that is the sea ..I fight against waves that could crush me ..I fight to live as mankind should..wonderful visual poetry..

Posted 14 Years Ago

hola amigo's/amiga's

Posted 14 Years Ago

Tracie Skarbo

I have not read much of your work but I found this one to be quite haunting. A man tired of the travels he has had to bear, but in love with the ship who has seen
him through bad times and good. I felt I was there upon the ship perhaps looking over his shoulder and listening to the waves as they slapped her bottom.

I liked this one.

Tigra