The Soul of the Sea

I remember, at the age of four,

a violent storm that blew outside

like nothing else upon this earth –

when I was taken near high tide

to feel that force of Nature’s birth.

Within the shelter of the land

the trees would sway and whip and sigh,

below the dark and dreary sky.

Before the beach a bank stood high,

with us behind, within its lee;

we climbed to face the deafening roar

and fought to stand upon the shore,

and saw the savage sea.

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Far offshore great mountains boomed,

crashing in heaping boiling whites,

spray streaks pulling through the air –

bright in the green and purple light.

The salty blast blew through my hair,

blew through my clothes like paper, soaking

my face, my eyes, and stinging my nose.

I shuddered, cold from scalp to toes,

in awe as Nature’s violence rose.

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And here I am in silent air,

nothing moving in this room,

trapped in a timeless, heavy gloom.

~

But I remember being there,

and once again I long to be

a shaking figure fixed before

a mighty storm upon the sea

with huge waves crashing on the shore.

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And I will see that storm arrive,

my feelings swelling with its rise,

a fire burning in my eyes,

insignificant beneath tremendous skies,

the Atlantic blast beating through me,

a smile behind my wild eyed stare,

knowing that I should be there –

a part of Nature, with Nature in me,

alive in that moment, with the soul of the sea.

Big Triku ‘Berg’

Earth’s a ship, softly

carving through the icy sea,

Monster berg ahead.

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Slam the rudders to the side,

onward still the hulk will glide, and soon

the futile, dreadful struggle.

~

We join the sparkling

lights that dance upon the sea,

slowly slipping down.

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Discussion

‘Berg’ is, of course, a poem in its own right.

However, it is also based upon, and serves as a study for, a larger poem I am in the process of writing, which is currently unnamed but will be on the general theme of climate change.

Many phrases, that are currently similar in the larger poem, may or may not survive depending how that poem evolves.

I quite like the idea of extracting fragments of a poem under construction, and reworking them into a new shorter poem in its own right, which also serves as a study, and the ‘Haiku’ or ‘Big Triku’ forms are ideal for that.

If this works, I may continue to use this as a technique, and add a quick note beneath any such small poems to indicate that they are also a study for a larger poem in progress.