Marine poetry in English

Author: Milos Bjelic Miljak

(Each poem should have a secret - Malarme)

DREAM SAILORS
( A few poems from my collection: “ Marine poetry”)
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* WORDS *

Words
over the rocks
are breaking
sinking
unutterably
into the gloom
of water.

On the sandy beach

are traced
into the gray
horizon
erased.

I hurl them to the wind

shout them
into the storm.

Or whisper
in vain
into the foamy waves.
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*WE ARE ALL SAILORS ...*

We are all sailors

of our lives
carried
by the waves of
destiny
in search of bonanza
but often
lost in the storm.

Sailors of our dreams

looking
for a safe harbour
for a lighted window
a love still unlived
or just
for another glimpse
of a passerby
survived in our memory.

Fragile built we are

and yet
willing to swim
upstream the current
weakling
but able
to defy the mighties
to provoke unrest
amidst the guardians
worms among giants we are
but still
daring
to attack
the Dragon of the Universe
with our bare hands.

Prisoners
to sing a freedom chant.
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* COSMOS IN THE OCEAN *

Cosmos is
marine island
in the ocean
reflected
as sparks
in wave crests.

Star clusters
abound
the moonless nights.

As children’s dreamland
at fingers reach.

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*A MESSAGE TO A POET*

Brother
to listen to
ocean waves
as only you can hear
to sing about the sea
to wander off
toward the horizon
where
the salty foam
is touching
the lonely cloud
don’t have to be
a sailor.

It would be quite
sufficient
to venture
the open sea-ward.

Lyrics
which is not carried
by the wind
not resisting
the waves
is not the song of the sea.
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*SUNKEN CITY*

Under the boat

suddenly
a sunken city
appeared.

I lifted the oars

and let the boat
glide
over the former gardens
wrecked house walls
marble pavements
without steps.

In the bell-tower
the rusty bells
are tolling
soundlessly.

Te Deum
from the deserted lips
to the forgotten
deity
is celebrated. here.
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*APOCALIPSIS *

From a sandy hill

embraced
two of us,
naked,
watching as the sun
downs
in ocean waters.

Fiery red the clouds

are shining
on the horizon.

Shivering while
as melting copper
enormous sun ball
sinks
in the distant waves.

Fearing not to drown

for ever
in the dark sunset.

Apocalipsis

But two of us
still here
by the darkness
hidden
and by the linen
of shining stars
covered.
*THE BLIND POET*

The blind poet

walks
along a footpath
near the sea.

Guided
by scent of cypress forest
salty breeze
in branches.

He does not see

the blue of the deep
nor the horizon
where
the cobalt of the sky
melts
in turquoise of water.

But hears
sonorous humming of waves
wind whistle
laughter of children
playing
on a distant beach send.

Loving words
reach him
as an omen perhaps
from a maiden
unknown.

And all is immersed

in music
of the celestial spheres
whose harmony
only he hears.

He extends his hand

his fingers
to feel
the wind slips
to greet the children
laughing
on a beach unseen.

Walking along the sea

again
he starts
creating
a new poem.