Monday, November 13, 2006

An Ode to An Explorer


Google did these pictures


An Ode to an Explorer


You waft along


Through


A weary sea;


And endlessly


I follow:


The tempest colors


Of the sun


Dwindle...spill


Like golden colors


In a till...


Gales set in...


Like Clouds


Of Rocks


And Storms


Set out


To Torment them


Time was


When no storm


Would stop you


Time is


No event


Retreives you


From


Your search


Of Nature's


Nautilus


From


Your pull


On Nature's


Compass


 

9 comments:

sugarsweet056 said...

Very nice, really liked it! TY for posting.
Sugar

wfhbear said...

Exploration of our Earth, of the skies, under the sea, and of far beyond our world, this all leads to exploration of our mind and imagination. Regards, Bill.

bgilmore725 said...

I like how you read about someone, Nat, then respond with your poetry... who is this explorer? You'd think I could pick up a newspaper once in awhile. Nature's compass, I like that metaphor. Bea

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sdoscher458 said...

Very nice ode.  I like how you paired it with the photos, kind of makes you want to travel....Sandi

bhbner2him said...

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princesssaurora said...

Wow, Nat!  That is great!  I missed it earlier!  Things have been hectic here... glad you put it in CarnivAOL!!!

be well,
Dawn

erarein63 said...

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monponsett said...

They key to living through boating is to never go so far offshore that you can't see the shore.

sazzylilsmartazz said...

Great Nat!!!!
Hope you and your family have a very Merry Christmas reaping lots of blessings.
Dianna