Thursday, January 22, 2015

Sailing the Ocean Blue

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A turbulent breeze smothers her canvas sails
Grazing her maple mast with a sugary kiss
Pushing her along, forward in raucous bliss
Forlorn for the open sea, held with sturdy nails
Her shiny surface glistening in foamy trails.
The salty air, a smell you couldn't miss
When her oars splashed with a delicate hiss
That tickles the ear like a siren's gales.

The sun's rays glimmer warmth upon the ocean –
Like a million stars flickering in my eyes,
She rides hurricanes with such elegant motion
Slipping up and down the waves under moonlit skies
With constellations guiding her and the boatman

To the precious buried treasure, a golden prize.  


Here is an Italian sonnet for all of my fellow poetry enthusiasts. I would have written it in actual Italian if I knew how to. Thought about using Google Translate, but then remembered that it doesn't translate correctly. If you know anyone that can translate this to Italian please send them my way. Enjoy! 
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39 comments:

  1. Brian MillerJanuary 25, 2015 at 3:13 PM

    i was born in the wrong age...the adventure of riding and ocean going sailed vessel is so romanticized in my mind...dangerous for sure....but i would love it...until the ship sank...that would be a bummer....i have no dream of becoming the buried treasure...ha....nice job on the form...

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    1. UnknownJanuary 25, 2015 at 5:23 PM

      This is why growing up with books is such a wonderful inspiration for me because I get to relive those romanticized moments every day. All it takes is the flip of a page to be awed within a moment of adventure.

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  2. brudbergJanuary 25, 2015 at 3:40 PM

    I can feel the joy of being in a vessel riding the waves like that.. somehow at least afterwards it seems so much better than within the hurricane.

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    1. UnknownJanuary 25, 2015 at 5:24 PM

      The hurricane is half the battle. It is the storm that worries me.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 25, 2015 at 4:18 PM

    I really like this, Kenn...especially the million stars flickering in your eyes, and the constellations guiding the boatman.

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    1. UnknownJanuary 25, 2015 at 5:26 PM

      You really are a star gazer aren't you Sherry.

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  4. MaryJanuary 25, 2015 at 5:00 PM

    Excellent form, Kenn. I admire a person who works out their thoughts in such a complex form. I feel the joy, as well as the challenge of, sailing in this poem!

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    1. UnknownJanuary 25, 2015 at 5:27 PM

      It is even more insightful when the experience of challenging one's self prepares them for a wonderful writing experience.

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  5. GabriellaJanuary 25, 2015 at 5:25 PM

    Great use of the form. I like forms but find them hard to write. I liked the sea imagery that pervades your poem, Ken, and how it contributes to the energy I can feel in your words.

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    1. UnknownJanuary 25, 2015 at 5:28 PM

      I normally write freely, but I've been trying out some forms lately. Trying to get a taste for something different.

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  6. ScarletJanuary 25, 2015 at 5:46 PM

    specially like this line: She rides hurricanes with such elegant motion -

    A sonnet is very challenging to do ~ Kudos to you for pulling this off ~

    Grace

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    1. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 1:21 PM

      I actually find that a sonnet is easier than it may appear. It is officially one of my favorite types of poems. This one in particular was driven by passion as its emotion.

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  7. WolfsrosebudJanuary 25, 2015 at 6:02 PM

    ah... you took us to high seas in a lovely way... thanks again for making me smile... as for writing form... they are like a puzzle if you have the time... real feeling of accomplishment

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    1. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 1:22 PM

      I'm happy to have made you smile. :) Thanks for stopping by.

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  8. Gillena CoxJanuary 25, 2015 at 6:10 PM

    Luv the drift between reality and fantasy, not every one can steer that course, well done

    Have a nice Sunday

    Much love...

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    1. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 1:23 PM

      Thank you Gill! I've always been good at weaving reality with fantasy, mostly because of my devout mind of creativity and being raised off from adventure books. Not to mention my passion for tabletop role-playing games.

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  9. SuyashJJanuary 25, 2015 at 10:38 PM

    very romantic and pretty

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  10. kelvin s.m.January 26, 2015 at 3:04 AM

    This is a wonderful Petrarchan sonnet in free meter and the rhyming just flows easily & naturally. My very first introduction to poetry was in the strict form of sonnets & haiku thus my first poem were written in either forms but mostly following Shakespearre's sonnet. It was only recently that I've come to decide that I'd like free verse more in representing my voice. But, classics would always be my first love. Thanks for the poem that reminded me of how I started in poetry.

    - ksm

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    1. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 1:26 PM

      That sounds like an amazing place to start. I personally started with free verse, and took a seminar that taught me all the traditional ways of writing poetry. I have a great appreciation for both, but I usually write in free verse. Occasionally I will challenge myself to write traditionally. It is really nice to hear from a like minded individual. Thank you for stopping by.

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  11. NatašekJanuary 26, 2015 at 3:39 AM

    such beautiful imagery :)

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  12. totomaiJanuary 26, 2015 at 4:14 AM

    i am not sure if i can survive the wave motion but if i am with the one i love i think i will.

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    1. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 1:27 PM

      Motion sickness? Yeah, I can understand that. It is amazing the sacrifices a person will make for their loved one.

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  13. SusanJanuary 26, 2015 at 5:50 AM

    Fine to be transformed with the boat from forlorn to delighted, like a child running in play.

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    1. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 1:27 PM

      Definitely a different take on this poem Susan, and I can see what you are talking about.

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  14. rallentandaJanuary 26, 2015 at 7:19 AM

    Good use of the sonnet form. I used to sail a lot when I was younger. Night sailing on Sydney Harbour is an amazing experience.

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    1. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 1:28 PM

      I bet the greatest experience of sailing was during the rising sun. All the colors seem to blend in with the ocean, and the glimmering lights reflecting off from the surface is a sight for sure.

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  15. Jae RoseJanuary 26, 2015 at 8:50 AM

    A real sensual piece...flowed beautifully

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    1. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 1:29 PM

      Thanks Jae! Flowing was definitely part of this I think.

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  16. Brother OllieJanuary 26, 2015 at 8:50 AM

    - inspired work!

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    1. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 1:29 PM

      Thanks Ollie! I was inspired by the old adventure novels I read when I was younger, and then kind of mixed that with a romantic sonnet.

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  17. AnonymousJanuary 26, 2015 at 9:37 AM

    Have only ever been a fisherman in a wooden rowboat, but you pulled me into your well envisioned and executed love affair with the vessel and the sea. Well-woven write,

    Elizabeth

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    1. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 1:30 PM

      Thanks Elizabeth! It was really fun writing it because it reminded me of a lot of good times of past love. Pretty much was my wishful thinking all wrapped up.

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  18. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 1:23 PM

    Thank you Loredana! I'm happy that it was pleasing to you. :)

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  19. Wendy BourkeJanuary 26, 2015 at 5:44 PM

    Awesome form. Your beautiful words transport the reader.

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  20. UnknownJanuary 26, 2015 at 10:44 PM

    Thanks Wendy, it is my joy to help transport my readers into what I'm writing.

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  21. kaykualaJanuary 28, 2015 at 8:12 PM

    Riding on a boat is exhilarating but not in stormy weather. Had a catamaran ride once. It was heavenly as the wind brushed hard on the cheeks. Great lines Kenn!

    Hank

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    1. UnknownJanuary 28, 2015 at 8:19 PM

      Thanks for the comment Hank! I appreciate you appreciating my poem, and I bet that catamaran ride was really something else.

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