The Open Sea

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #309

Words:  carry, sea, mean, shake, born, post, pick, trigger, string, beam, nothing, poor

They carried his ashes out to sea,
that sailor born with nothing but dreams.
A Navy man, retired, drawn to beam
of lighthouses glowing brightly in wee

small hours of darkness. Never wed
though a string of women tried their best
to capture him. He had his pick, could not rest.
His heart was triggered by waves in his head.

One day a letter arrived by post,
and shook his family to the core.
A precipitous storm, vision poor,
no means to survive.  He gave up the ghost.

They carried his ashes out to sea.
His siblings knew where he’d want to be.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to The Open Sea

  1. 1sojournal says:

    This reminded me of the “Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”. They say that a sailor is always married, first, to the sea. You captured him, well…



  2. Jae Rose says:

    What an accomplished poem – I really got drawn into the scene and story


  3. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    An appropriate burial for an old salt.

    My Sunday Whirl (a bit late)


  4. It was only right he was ‘entombed’ in the waters of the sea upon his demise!


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