Deep, deep ocean
Deep black, deep blue, deep green
Deep, deep ocean
Samurai and Viking and safe shores in between
Was it a mirage
Or a marriage
Were you married
To the sea
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Deep, deep ocean
Deep black, deep blue, deep green
Deep, deep ocean
Samurai and Viking and safe shores in between
Was it a mirage
Or a marriage
Were you married
To the sea
Lunch today
Was rocket and rye
Try if I might I could not buy
Salami and fries
We’re an international audience
The figs didn’t stand a chance
The square rigger sailed, wind full on
Plumb, aplomb, and sweet bon-bon
Wild ocean, sea spray
Dive bomber
What’s that between your teeth
Wild ocean’s barrier reef
Cormorant and cockatiel
Peking duck for three
Old grey seal, who do you feel
Across the splashing sea
Ripples in the sand
Ageless land, ageless land
Fishing man and weaving hands
Ageless, ageless land
Motor boats and seagull croaks
Cappuccino with cakes to soak
Motor boats and wheels of hope
Ageless, timeless land
Lapping, waves clapping
Splashing in the sea
A pink champagne bikini
A splash of cloth, my ageless mind receding
Cobalt blue, cusp of sea
Remember
Remember
Remember me
Wave tops, roll mops
Rescue
Rescue
Rescue me
Aspiring form
Magic numbers
I could not find a rhyme
I searched my mind
And stumbled upon a rumba
Or was it a rhombus parallelogram
An imaginary rabbit
Occurred through some simulation
The magic words
I’d heard
It caught my imagination
Misfired
I’d aspired once again to slumber