Oceanus Wakes (A Pretentious Name From The Drop Of A Hat) Poem by Kevin Patrick
Oceanus Wakes (A Pretentious Name From The Drop Of A Hat)
Blind is the ocean to the sound of its motion
As it roars with momentum of immeasurable melody
Ushering its whitecaps of sinuous elocution
Against the gold Shorelines with foam balm fidelity
And Astounded, I smile as my toes snicker gusto
Flowing in the convent bonds of primeval sapphire
That Drips like champagne into my pours and soaked muscles
Lashing emulsified brine into Salt licking pyres
Enraptured and serene, my vision twists of blue
Grazing the vanishing points that single heaven and earth
Are just the marginal lines of material sinew
That draws reciprocity from once spiritual hearth
And the sky sits clear, deaf to these great sights
As I stand gazing awestruck to this arena of Delight
Today, from wherr I am, it is thundering and the sky is weeping with huge tears and lightning seems to tear the sky, but reading this poem gives me the privilege to be outside and enjoy the ocean. The wonder of Poetry! 10+++++++and onto my Poem List. Congratulations, Kevin for a truly well deserved accolade.
Thank you! when I read a poem its not the rhyme but the flow of imagery, I hope it worked. Thank you for reading and enjoying it!
Thank you so much! when I read a poem its always the imagery and the evocation of language I look for first, if it rhymes that's tiny bonus! Thank you for reading and enjoying it!
Blind is the ocean to the sound of its roar... brilliant expression with great philosophocal intensity. An insightful piece of poetry!
A beautiful poem never ceases to enchant. Its wonderful words and powerful images always draw a reader to go through with the whole write no matter how many tomes it was read. A poetic gem. Congratulations again, Kevin for a well deserved accolade.
Very pleasant reading experience. Listed as a sonnet. Follows rhyme pattern (roughly) of Shakespearean sonnet. Has some near-rhymes and some part-rhymes. Any 14-line poem is technically a sonnet, true, but to be a TRUE Shakespearean sonnet, you must have only 10 syllables per line, and the meter must be iambic pentameter. Still, as I said, pleasant to read. Congratulations, Earthling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Grazing the vanishing points that single heaven and earth Are just the marginal lines of material sinew That draws reciprocity from once spiritual hearth..... to this arena of Delight.....outstanding conceptualization. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the member poem of POD.