Saturday, September 5, 2009

Implacable Sea


To yonder distant shores
I set to sail
Cresting waves and winds
I to hail
Constant is
The beckoning plea
The lure, the call
Of the implacable sea.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Ancient Rome, Agrippina Landing with the Ashes of Germanicus, Oil on canvas 1839, Joseph Mallord William Turner, English, 1775–1851, Tate Gallery, London, UK.


If humankind were to listen deeply to the sea,
to the call of dolphins and whales,
to the ever present wave song
between the moon and the sea,
spirit would prevail
and hearts would join
in peace and understanding.

"Communicating"


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9 comments:

Gail said...

Hi ROse Marie-

I was immediately drawn in to the beauty of the gentle water and comforting colors of sky and stillness that awaits. Your words enhanced my desire to go - to surrender - to trust - knowing that the colorful calm invites me in and so I go, I go, I go..........
Love Gail
peace.....

Karen said...

I love Turner's depictions of the sea. Your poem makes me think of Masefield's beautiful poem:

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

I hope you don't mind that I shared that here, but your verse called forth this one.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Gail, And so we each set sail for new ventures, trusting and guided by THE WAY.

Karen, A dialogue - and so a shared poem. Such be the pleasure of our connection. "And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover."

You brought back my school day memory when first I read this poem, and so we each set out again to the pleasures of the sea.

I have become a supporter of our need to treat her kindly.

Bernie said...

Rose Marie, your beautiful poem reinforces why I love the sea so very much.....thank you my friend, your poems to me can be a spiritual eperience when I am so fortunate and blessed to be able to read them.....:-) Hugs

Joseph Pulikotil said...

Hi Rose Marie:)

Greetings:)

This lovely poem, albeit brief, sounds like a seafarer's song. The one who is addicted to sailing the seas and oceans and ready to face the roaring winds and furious waves; a die hard sea man who becomes restless after a few weeks on the shore. The sea beckons these people, the ocean enchants them like a temptress. Most of these die hard seafarers are lured by the lucre and believe they will become rich one day.

Your words—LURE, THE CALL-reminds me of Treasure Island and Long John Silver and of course the Ancient Mariner. They also remind of Columbus.

At present the Somali pirates are plundering the cargo ships, taking the sailors as captives and demanding huge ransom.


Two lines strike me as a fantastic poetic composition:

THE BECKONING PLEA
OF THE IMPLACABLE SEA.

These are amazing words coined by a master craftsman(craftswoman):)

Have a wonderful day Rose:)
Joseph

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Bernie, Your comment brings forth a vision of our sitting side by side by the sea embraced by its beauty and its whispering call.

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Joseph, You grace me with a seafaring vision. Your contemplative reflections are indeed gifts so deeply appreciated. If humankind were to listen deeply to the sea, to the call of dolphins and whales, to the ever present wave song between the moon and the sea, spirit would prevail and hearts would join in peace and understanding. So shall it be Dear Joseph in our shared vision.

Anonymous said...

It seems that from the right perspective, even the most frightening storm can make sense and fit it with the totality of nature and all its beauty.

Rose Marie Raccioppi said...

Amuse, Thank You - Yes, there is ever a present light behind the darkest of storms.