Her Soul, the Sea (The Ship)
The shadows deigned in precise sequence
where skylines have conducted fore the ship,
its blackened sight to boss the thought and sense
of sailors that imagined its long trip.
The Northern wind was cutting like a knife,
injurious, its messages behowled,
equilibrating on the brink of life
of the foregone to seas, the thinking prowled.
The ship's black smoke ascended to the skies
from supercilious tall funnels, smog,
bestowing sacrificial offing size
to sovereign Gods that lived inside the fog.
The tidal and enshrouding foaming spills,-
advanced the dusk, advanced the bawling horn's
unearthly sounding out; the flowing rills
retracted in the sea its crying mourns.
In front of us, the ship's displacement thrilled
approaching, so, magnificent the moors;
Her Soul, the Sea, her eulogy instilled
inside our minds and souls, where faith adjures.
Pristine the sea, baptized the scene in depths
where psyches stay in canted-over keels,
deceptive were the reasoned-out percepts,
infused where catastrophe conceals.
The night descended when the ship's steel gaze
examined curious and measured me,
proposing wedlock and a fate of blaze,
my competence, demanding, in the sea.
Across the Straits, young lady Sadness kissed
with ripping cold my twenty years and eyes,
resembling Her Soul, the Sea, amidst
the Northern winds that howled and my demise.
© 10-15-2013 G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)
The shadows deigned in precise sequence
where skylines have conducted fore the ship,
its blackened sight to boss the thought and sense
of sailors that imagined its long trip.
The Northern wind was cutting like a knife,
injurious, its messages behowled,
equilibrating on the brink of life
of the foregone to seas, the thinking prowled.
The ship's black smoke ascended to the skies
from supercilious tall funnels, smog,
bestowing sacrificial offing size
to sovereign Gods that lived inside the fog.
The tidal and enshrouding foaming spills,-
advanced the dusk, advanced the bawling horn's
unearthly sounding out; the flowing rills
retracted in the sea its crying mourns.
In front of us, the ship's displacement thrilled
approaching, so, magnificent the moors;
Her Soul, the Sea, her eulogy instilled
inside our minds and souls, where faith adjures.
Pristine the sea, baptized the scene in depths
where psyches stay in canted-over keels,
deceptive were the reasoned-out percepts,
infused where catastrophe conceals.
The night descended when the ship's steel gaze
examined curious and measured me,
proposing wedlock and a fate of blaze,
my competence, demanding, in the sea.
Across the Straits, young lady Sadness kissed
with ripping cold my twenty years and eyes,
resembling Her Soul, the Sea, amidst
the Northern winds that howled and my demise.
© 10-15-2013 G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Pentameter)
