LYRIC WATER REJOICES AT SEASIDE

The happy dead are in its voice.
Majestic Poet! Might I be as full of song.
Melodies of seafarers past
haunt each true and measured step.
Lilting, ever-lifting; a gift
from the weary mariner to Neptune’s ear.
Accompanied in breath and beat,
symphonic sound of a lunar baton.
Maestro of the night, unwavering.
Building to crescendo, euphonious.
Tympani, cacophonous crash;
an introduction to the score
so written. And hidden within
languishes its familiar song,
lyrical expressions of heart and soul,
left to wash away traces of the moment.
Never ending refrain, sing again!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

**Derived from “On Seeing A Train Start For the Seaside” by English poet, Norman Rowland Gale

Presented at POETS UNITED – Verse First – The Long and Short of It

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4 thoughts on “LYRIC WATER REJOICES AT SEASIDE

  1. WOW! I’ve ever thought of dead seafarers’ pasts inhabiting the night, but I will now! As I stand on the withdrawing sand in the moonlight listening to the tympani and tunes, i will know it’s them, happy at last …

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