Respite

Floating in the arms of the sea

I think of nothing,

Not even you, whom my heart loves.

Here, where no one needs me,

Nothing lays its claim

at the foot of my conscience.

Responsibility and its weight

I give over to the water

to carry in its depths and blue depths.

My empty spaces echo with whale song

and the rushing heartbeat of the waves.

Reviews

[Ian Gilmour]

I like this a lot. There are so many great novels and poems of the sea and yet there is always something new to bring to the table which you have done here. I can feel the emotion of the words and even the pace of this poem seems to mimic the rhythmic sway of ocean waves. It also raises so many great questions; are we simply going with the current? Is the direction of our lives our own choice? Great poetry asks us this and you have done that here with this.

[ABetterPlace]

Thanks, Ian. The sea is an endless source of inspiration.

[just Penny]

You carry the metaphor of the ocean and it's influences perfectly right through to conclusion. Stong opening line and the middle stanza just oozes calm. Nice poem. Penny

[ABetterPlace]

Thanks so much, Penny!