Sea Quest III
and i, to the sea again,
am drawn, and the romance
of moonlight in the high reaches
of the tall sailing ships,
races the heart, temple dances the blood,
and ...
as i down to the sea again, roam
i fall into the clutches
of my mistress, my source,
light in my sailing darkness,
bosom of my life, the sea!
from When Seas Cap White
(c) 2003 by c a gallagher
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| “Tiger” | 2 | 12/10/2009 |
| ... And | 2 | 11/17/2009 |
| Yes, You Are | 4 | 11/17/2009 |
| My Craft | 4 | 09/14/2009 |
| Brilliant Presence | 1 | 09/06/2009 |
| Lucky One He | 1 | 09/04/2009 |
| Thoughts | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Sea Quest III | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Sea Quest II | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Sea Quest I | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Slippery, Silent Echo | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Each Time | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| Two Loves | 1 | 09/04/2009 |
| Ashley | 1 | 09/14/2009 |
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