Woman Of The Sea

WOMAN OF THE SEA

Sail on then, my lady, whatever befall you
Bent but unbroken, unbowed by the squall
Weatherbeaten cheeks, chiselled and carved
By years of wild wind and waters spent defining
Your signature inner diamonds set shining in
Spangles of teardrops and sparkling laughter

Sail on then, till that far harbour find you
Enfold you in its loving arms once again
No more call to brave the callous blast
Home the weary traveller, home at last

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 4, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Hauntingly familiar… There have been times when I felt like an epitaph like this would have been appropriate for me… Fortunately, now is not one of those times! 🙂

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  2. wow this is marvelous! the rhythm is so good and it just flows oh so well…great feelings.

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  3. Sometimes you outdo yourself, Ben Naga, and this is one of those times. This, as Bella, says, sings. The most beautiful woman in the world has lived, and you celebrate the weathering in that living in this, and I tip my hat to you.

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    • Thank you, Thomas. I corrected “hate” to “hat”, as I presumed it was a typo; if not, let me know and I’ll reinstate it. Maybe you were having a moment of envy, but that seemed so out of character. 🙂

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