Monday, 12 December 2011

poetry for thought



title: boat man

I want to be like him,
The man who steers the boat,
So sure where to turn,
Where to find the dolphins.
I want to be like him,
So fit, so strong,
To make the ocean
His empire.
I want to be like him,
With a home,
With a family who waits
For his return.
I want to be like him,
A fisherman, a strong man,
Like a force of nature,
Charging into the faith of life.
I want to be like him,
Sure, real, practical,
Working hard,
With an aim.
I want to be like him,
Smiling through his pain,
The pain in his shoulder
From the years of steering.
I want to be like him,
Who knows nothing
Of physiotherapy
And painkillers.
I want to be like him,
With just one family,
One aim,
One life.
I want to be like him,
With one love,
And maybe some to follow,
One heart.
I want to be like him,
Who's first love is the ocean,
And second the world around,
And his smile takes over.
I want to be like him,
Calm, loving, caring
To the ocean around him,
Lusting its rage.
I want to be like him,
Lusting the ocean's wrath,
Its desire, its hate and love,
Its calm before the storm.
I want to be like him,
Him one with her,
Her, the ocean,
Tame to him.
I want to be like him,
Taming and calming,
Raging and soaring,
All at once.
I want to be like him,
Him one with her,
Her, the ocean,
Obeying him.
I want to be like him,
Lusting, needing her,
Her, the ocean,
Lusting, needing him.