Tag Archives: Ocean

Boundless blue

The boundless blue surrounds
As we plunge into its secrets
Swimming after parrot fish
Startled by porpoise
The only sound the bubbles of my breathing
In and out of the snorkel

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Day 2 of our virtual Azores Holiday!

 We will be there all week — a poem a day to fly you away……

Tidal

Sweeping in, crusading up the rocks
twice daily washing in and washing away
many things meet in tidal waters
life burgeons, death waits the trapped
tides take the lands edge in sweet embrace
then leave like a lover spurned
ebb and flow, ebb and flow, there and back

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Iceberg

Icebergs, refracting blues and greens
as if gigantic gemstones,
and the deep massy ever moving ocean
exist symbiotically
made of the same substance
but separate entities
each enigmatic, inscrutable.

Icebergs lie in wait for unsuspecting ships,
their increased calving into the ocean
augur the doom of Antarctic ice sheets
and so of coastal cities and those within.
Yet their ice is open to light
sparking endless variations in it’s aspect,
while ocean depths are veiled by waves and opacity.

Differences simply born of lack of heat,
each is part of our blue planets girdling seas
as are we, in all our different complexities.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Water

Splashing as a child in the Channels cold waters
Snorkeling over a Red Sea reef
Tasting the Baltic and finding it sweet
Rather than salt

The glitter path of an Azorean setting sun
North  Sea mists drifting onto land
Winter gales foaming the Cornish sea
Cameos of  a  life on a watery planet

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

 

The start of an effort to produce a daily poem to prompts. Lets see how I go!

Ocean of Storms

Oceanus Procellarum, or the Ocean of Storms is a large area on the Moon. It forms part of the  Man in the Moon that you see at full Moon.  One day the name just kept on rolling around my tongue, until this poem arrived.

 

Ocean of Storms

No storm ever played across your surface
No rain ever fell
Dust lays where water would otherwise
No fish here can dwell
Misnamed lunar ‘ocean’
That two men have bounced around
The child of massive impact
Lava flooded ground

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond