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On The Surface
by Chris Sorrenti
just let it sink quietly
- this obsession with words;
ho! to be a civilian again,
but we both know
it goes further than this.
enjoy the dry season,
no matter if it lasts.
lost are the jitters
of an occasional cruise on the surface;
a thankful chance
to inhale the salt air of tranquility.
and you'll pretend for a time
you're no poet,
even believing peace has been declared;
hobnobbing with the surfers
casting out their lines,
contented with the basics of life,
never hinting of your adventures
in the realm of the deep.
but as sure as the ocean is filled with ink,
when the triple ARR-OOO-GAH!
once more sounds in your head,
you'll take on ballast,
securing all hatches...
ready for another crash dive.
© 1991
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08/20/2008 Posted on 08/21/2008
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 08/21/08 at 12:40 AM this is a good write, and a fun read! Thanks for the smiles. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/21/08 at 03:19 PM Very well done Chris. Quite an enjoyable read. Wrods are what we are whether accepted or not. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/21/08 at 07:54 PM A different perspective on the lauls in inspiration -- very refreshing look at writing poetry. Humorous as well. |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 08/21/08 at 10:00 PM Pretend we are not poets until a word or a phrase catches in our mind or we find ourselves clicking on keys after reading one of these that says it all so well. smh |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/22/08 at 02:50 AM ...chris, this is one of those pomes that is a pleasure to read and re-read...you say the unsayable...in a sayable way, eh?...top drawer, and while you are STILL a poet, dust this one off and safe-keep it... |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 08/22/08 at 01:38 PM Very well said! Yes, I think we can all grasp this one in a very personal way. --bf |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/23/08 at 12:52 PM oft I wonder if it is not words that are obsessed with us, and not necessarily the other way round, we having such inate ability to be their conduit. words have much to tell us, about themselves and we have much sacrificial time on our hands to cradle them to certain maturity if we must, if we trust to be their caretakers they will continue to venture within our presences. and that is certainly good for lovers of words of which you are certainly one. I suppose it is all how we put them together that works wonders for them or is it that we are put together by words and as a result become wonders ourselves? |
| Posted by Eli Skipp on 08/23/08 at 02:39 PM I love anything with nautical business in it, but this really is lovely. Also love the use of "jitters" and "hobnobbing." Good words! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/24/08 at 03:51 PM This piece is aptly titled, Chris. Too many times words either get in the way or deter relations where ego stands in the way. I truly like this poem for its message but more importantly, your eloquent words and obsession with our minds. |
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