With each Ebb and flow,
it is wonderful how the sounds can calm the mind
In front of the water I stood ,
looking into the distance at nothing in particular
simply listening to the ebb of the tide
wishing, wanting daring to dream
daring to hope,
How is it that water can calm so much
maybe it is indeed a purifier, a cleanser,
not just for the body
washes away the turmoils of the day,
from the mind.
so many thoughts,
Watching the fishermen thinking,
why are they allowed to steal the
food of other animals for sport?
Wicked eyes glaring at the water,
cautious eyes shining from the watery world,
The only animal that hunts for sport.
humans are so greedy!
The lust to catch a helpless fish,
prancing around acting as if they have won?
Ah the creature is clever he swims away,
The hunter is angry he plans to lure tomorrow.
Softly it comes in an breaks upon the rocks,
again it washes
again it calms
the thoughts flow back in,
Is there someone else, on this Pier
listening, watching, thinking
allowing the rhythmic splashing, breaking
to ease into their soul
someone somewhere on this Pier,
afraid, worried, sad,
but content and whispering a prayer
Thinking about the moonlight
like a silent brush , illuminating the water
Thinking about the earth, crying,
Thinking about man, wondering,
Smiling to the wind,
Crying silently within,
Enjoying the silence,
The tide continues its eternal Ebb
pulled back and forth by that enigma in the sky,
It is time to go.
Nandi
05-01-07
2 comments:
"Wicked eyes glaring at the water,
cautious eyes shining from the watery world"
survival is a game played by the wicked and the cautious, isn't it?
But i am amused that you called fishermen greedy.
I am not one,
i know some
and they would come nowehere
on the scale of greed
as i do.
Are they really greedy or are they being not, because they are still struggling in the sea to meet their ends.
We go to sea to surf or to celebrate.. who is greedy?
I am loving your poems..
Puppet master being my favorite
"The peaceful sky coerced to a shift
as if caught in heavenly debate
the stars started their celestial dance
tied with these strings to her fate,
In this play of decisively planned chance"
hats off to the brillant use of words..
Thank You Lash.
About the fishermen/man in this poem, it is a man I observed fishing without respect for the life that he was about to take, hunting for the sake of killing.
It was sport fishing, with a bunch of drunk unruly men heckling women,cursing swearing, chasing after this one fish that kept on eluding them.
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