#commedy
Tide Tales
I sit at the sea in a tiny boat,
With a fishing rod and in my brown coat,
The tides' tussle hum like siren singers!
Fish-less, bait-less, while the winter lingers.
The seagulls watching from sky, chuckling-
While even sea foam giggles, bubbling,
Is the sea as green as my seasick face?
I check if my hands look cold blue, in case.
I would even welcome a shark right now,
Even pirates will get a hearty bow!
Yet all I get is the sea's salty spray,
Sea spitting raspberries, joining the fray.
Sighing, I start packing my fishing rod,
But, stop as it somehow catches a cod!
It thrashes in attack at rod half packed,
And under the waves my sole rod gets dragged.
"You think that would stop me!" I shake my fist,
"Oh! When will you learn?" the waves crash and twist.
Next day I return with a weighted net,
Bringing fishes back home, my goal is set.
From today's dark grey sky, the seagulls hide,
Minding it not, I throw the net star-side.
I see the rope-less net just as it falls,
Powerless, as the net sinks to sea halls.
I oar back home, having lost our wager,
By now plotting of new ways to badger.
Huffing, puffing, I heave the heavy oars,
To enjoy my rest ere oncoming wars.
A sudden tailwind pushes me shoreward,
And the helpful waves urge my oars onward.
I think I have won a new friend today—
Delight, like having an early birthday.
Now I know it is not kind nor unkind,
The sea's not to such mortal traps confined,
For such an ancient thing it's like a child,
Now and then serene, but oftentimes wild.
We continue for years thirty and one,
A score of wagers lost; a dozen won.
Until I am too frail to row again,
And so, on shore I feel my friend's tear stain.
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
Call me change joining
goddess art of
"mnemosyne"
one of nine arts
changing muses among
many several other arts mine are
memory at best!
I am changing my art
and mouse
to include
the beauty I see in many poets and poetessess
on here H.P.
you are like gods and
goddessess
possessing nine glorious arts expressing
diverse entertaining
inspiring muses
memory commedy
idylic poetry
beauty dance
grace allure
a great poet showed me
to unstock from my
same old muse rhyme
to "fly free to glide soaring"
exploring my mind
into change
applying other arts
So I read your various
arts diverse muses from
many of you
on here H.P
greatfully learning
the many glorious poetic arts
diversity humility
treasures best
to stick around
H.P when the going
gets tough
my ink flows freely
renewed
my best commedy mask's on!
shephesd's crook!
wreath of ivy!
beauty grace in all of yours!
is here to stay
Inspired by great poet
master
Pagan Paul to use
my other arts
changing muses
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By:Karijinbba
updated 06-12-19
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC