The Seafarer's Diary; Berceuse: #5
The daylight beckons
Like a frail beacon:
A tired sentry
Unabashed from this onslaught.
I sift
From pandemonium of the waves
To the stillness of the slumbers
Away from the sea, girdled
To my musical floor.
The sea languidly harrows
As I unlatch my boat
And proceed to the treacherous sea
To sustain my being
And to test the morose waters…
And suddenly,
I feel nothing
And perhaps that is the secret to clemency:
A clandestine fortitude!
Do not fight the waves
With brute force.
Hover, astride
With your heart, your vessel
Your entirety
Until the encumbrance freezes
With time and the sea’s
Laconic sigh.
The sea bestows an attrition,
And as I dash athwart,
Skiving the sea,
The madness
Instills a lurid vileness.
I am undaunted.
I am a seafarer
And the sea trembles
Upon the floor.
poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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