The caverns of the castle cliffs
sing echoes of the emerald seas.
The secret depths Poseidon carved,
at low tide catch the salted breeze.
The fallen ruins casting shadows,
shades of former glory's fade,
up from the sand at water's edge,
weathered stones that workmen laid
in a long forgotten former age,
before the tribulation came.
the riders of the trumpet call,
who cast the die and play the game,
already done their fated deed,
and reaped the harvest long since sown.
The unforgiven left behind,
such as I to God unknown.
The cavern cliffs a'crawl with crabs
provide a feast to end our days.
Our tiny boats along the shore
on drifting currents fall and raise.
Above, the worried face of stone,
the hoary cliffs defy the tide
That fade in rosy evening light,
the sun behind the far shores hide.
Bulging nets and sated pots,
we point our prows along the shore.
The docks of home sing songs of rest,
hearths of home call all the more.
Our evening song drifts on the sea,
soothing the waves along our way,
The shoreman's call that answers us,
the welcome voice that ends our day.
A contest entry
- 5385 Points --- Winner Take All by mrme.
5385 points, ended October 28, 2008, 29 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This has such great imagry.I can see why you won gold on this.I can picture every detail you spoke of and taste that salty sea.I thought of how much I want to go see the ocean.My favorite part would have to be the last two lines.There really no way of revising this poem because it would just take away its effectiveness.Great job.I enjoyed reading this alot.
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Very good read, enjoyed it very much
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Congratulations on a very worthy gold. This piece is awsome. Thankyou for sharing it with us. Val.
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Excellent composition of imagery, rhyme and meter--well-deserving of the gold award! WellDone & Congratulations!
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Both visual and aural, could almost smell the sea.
Your vocabulary is well employed, steady rhythm
and excellent rhyme. Much enjoyed:
Bulging nets and sated pots,
we point our prows along the shore.
The docks of home sing songs of rest,
hearths of home call all the more.
Good luck in the contest.
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Amazing!!!
Best of luck to you in this contest, I believe you have a winner!!! Peace
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WOW. another great poem. so many in this contest. even though I live nowhere near water, your poem makes me feel like I'm right there beside you in your boat. Great imagery, great rhyme, great meter, a great poem.
Excellent write.
Thanks for entering and good luck.
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