The Indian Oceean- Sonnetina Due

[ramfire]

The Indian Ocean is mean and deep
And careless sailing often death doth reap
It’s wild and vast a lonesome place to be
Needing to ply these waters has no glee
Angry relentless waves tall meters high
And troughs below seem to hide sails from sky
There’s no release from swirling spay and foam
Steersman needs lion’s heart to bring us home
Course is set by compass, not by sextant
Person who sent us here has a hellish bent.

[Jerryk]

Ramfire;
I'm always fascinated by your nautical adventures, and this Sonnetina does not disappoint me. I'd love to see you write a poem about "The Flying Dutchman" who may well roam those waters. Can't always comment, but . . . great work. Jerry

[ramfire]

Who knows? Maybe I'll meet him.

[Alan]

Excellent rhythm - the poem just seemed to read effortlessly, as if I was being sucked into the dangerous parts of the Indian sea.

[Josie]

'The Indian Ocean is mean and deep'
Your descriptive adventure makes me desire to read more of your work. Congratulations on 'The TPS Spotlight'.