The Ocean in Wild Perturbation
The ocean — wild in perturbation raging!
Hoary white, a moody madness staging!
Blues and greys that meld into a blackness,
Garments blown in darkly flowing slackness.
Here I stand; in flaring foamy spittle!
Blown and buffeted, a dark hued skittle,
Clutching at mine neck for comfort sought,
In this barrage windstorm coldly caught.
But ee’n raging nature has her beauty!
Opalescent skies in faithful duty,
Ships in bumping, thumping sharp gyration,
Set against the sea in protestation.
Vivid and explosive colours wheeling,
Effervescent under heaven’s ceiling,
Bold and brave, ambitious animation,
A symphony in stunning jubilation!
Squalling winds so feverishly flaring!
Brazen breakers, awesome anger bearing,
A rolling rage, an overwhelmed outworking,
Heightened passion, in a tumult jerking.
The rage within — a long protracted scream,
A darksome nightmare rather than a dream,
Darkness dealt in draughts of malice blowing,
Pangs of hurt and sore vexation showing.
Even this fair ocean fills with feeling,
Sore irate and trapped in terror reeling,
Panoplies of loud inclement weather,
Blown from hither long into the never.
I can sympathise with my grieved sister!
Weeping sobs and not a happy glister,
Standing here in elemental bleakness,
I comprehend her negative obliqueness.
I wish her all the solace of the morning!
Gentle light through bitter cloudbreaks dawning,
A gentle touch, in tender, careful placement,
Neutralising this, a cruel debasement…
AD Lovkis, 12/08/25
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