Poem Category: Ships & Oceans

Tropic isle
a tightrope bordered
mirrored sea.

Tropic isle
in the sinking sun
it’s gulls I hear.

Island sunset
surrounded
the sea on fire.

Christmas cruise
our tourist trinkets
to strangers.

Pacific cruise
a meteor connecting
the Milky Way dots.

With all her money
on an ocean cruise
a jealous woman.

Ocean Liner
alone on the sunset
alone on the sunset’s fire.

Landward
the orange windmilled sun draws
and the bright boats slowly bob.

Crawling along
in fog
the lobster boat’s lamp.

The ward echoes…
our teenager pushed
to mother.