Sea of Sorrow (in remembrance of the tsunami victims)

colorbook, that touched me. I especially felt your line: "...tortured shores of a tragic last ballet....". A beautiful epitaph, my friend.

This is a wonderful piece, very touching. The imagery is fantastic. Letty chose the same line I was caught by.

The Sea My Ever-Wife
Pani Clour-Book, in my native arrogance my fetishes include Olde English spelling; original, home-make Polish wodka; and blowing fallen ashes to the floor.

Please sweet lady I was a matelot: The Sea is a more beautiful, seductive, perverse bitch-woman than any of flesh. With but one dram of Her-water in my mouth and my blood I know I can never escape Her bondage: my Wives knew and know and hated Her and Her control of Their lives!

I know Her moods and I don't: I love Her and I do not trust Her: She'll suck me this morning and pull me to the bottom at noon; by evening I'll seduce Her once more. Or does she, me, again?

The Sea is an exquisite partner in all my agonising pleasures. She is more seduced and inventive, more loving and loved, more demanding and needed, more satisfying than any Sadist-Mistress; Her organism, her fundamental movement is my death.

The question was posed; the answer is that Woman feels and Man knows. Or we may not.

In the morning a wavelet seduces my tropically relaxed body; in the night an impetuous one tries to digrest me. Without air, I am just Not.

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I was scraped off a hospital wall 62-some years ago, and still the sweetest sound in my ears is please don't stop!

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Beautifully expressed, colorbook.

Thank you Letty, Cav, and msolga...I had a profound need to put my feelings into words.


Allsixkindsamusic, I'm not exactly sure what you're trying to say.

You're not alone in that, colorbook.

Colorbook, I've read several poems on this most tragic of events, but yours has reached inside me like no other.

It's a bit like Owen saying "My subject is war and the pity of war. The poetry is in the pity" - your poetry is in the pity of the almost unimaginable loss.