Poem Category: Ships & Oceans

Dawn
showing the pacific off
to the island tourists.

All sunset
the sea’s horizon
is the same sliced orange.

Cruise ship table
her smile to the waiter
tainting my white wine.

Cracked loose ice
rising
the waves of blue whales.

To all you lost sailors …
a pregnant woman swims
in your gentle waves.

Tropic isle
the crescent moon
cocoons the light.

Cast off …
our cruise ship hoots
fills the harbour.

Ship wreak
the rooms filled and un-filled …
a school of whiting.

None the same shape
yet a backbone of islands
from the mist.

Mediterranean cruise
the whimsy of the water spout
to turn away south.