Leaving early from the sea

Sea, your room is lousy with fish.
You kicked me out and now I sit bored
And lonely. In your blue water interior
Mussels the color of black pudding
And assorted pots of mackerel and herring.
I will forget you, hearing abandoned shells
Sipping for air, goblets of crabs like drunkards.
The waves bowing down to their admirers—
Sand dunes and mobs of grasses;
My nostrils prickle with nostalgia.
I gave up the ghost last night at high tide,
You tried to drown me. Listen, I am no
Longer your tenant. And yet, you seek another
To litter their pockets with the tongues of fish.
You will always be tapping your nervous fingers
On the bureau lid of hooks and lines and sinkers.

Copyright © 06/29/2019 lance sheridan®

Leaving early from the sea

61 comments on “Leaving early from the sea

  1. For me the sea is so nostalgic I can clearly see the picture you paint so skillfully with words. LOL did not realise fish had tongues of sorts. The waves do bow down if not prostrate themselves on the shoreline to anyone who will give them the time of day. Invitation to go paddling.

  2. francisashis says:

    Great poem indeed, perhaps I can’t find another appropriate word of applause. Thank you so much sir for sharing it.

  3. NZain says:

    ‘No longer your tenet…” and I am stronger now because of you. 😊

  4. Oh I love this one Lance…my favorite line is this one, “The waves bowing down to their admirers—” So visual, the cresting and yes, bowing down of the waves as they reach the shoreline audience:)
    Your voice and your words…always so unique and interesting and Visual!

  5. crazywitch25 says:

    This is one of your best poems.

  6. Tamar says:

    Beautiful description ♥️

  7. lampmagician says:

    Reblogged this on lampmagician and commented:
    You tried to drown me. Listen, I am no
    Longer your tenant. And yet, you seek another
    To litter their pockets with the tongues of fish.
    🙏Wow🙏

  8. lampmagician says:

    Mine as well dear Lance, so strong, so wonderful 👍❤

  9. librepaley says:

    A poem of wit and verbal finesse. In awe.

  10. Amazing Lance, I love this heart to heart with the sea. Did it listen?

  11. I loved the magic of this!❤

  12. Isha Garg says:

    Lance, I don’t know what it is about your writing that brings me so much peace – something only a few writers can do.
    It takes me back to the core of why I love writing…it’s inexplicable. Thank-you for penning such works of art. They’re inspirational, transporting and mesmerising!

  13. Pam Lazos says:

    Wonderful metaphors.

  14. I nominated you for the Liebster Award 😊

  15. Traduziobe in italiano

    Sfuggito al mare

    Mare, sei stanza maleodorante di pesci.
    Mi hai cacciato e ora sono seduto annoiato e solo.
    Nella tue acque blu
    valve del colore del budino nero e vasi assortiti di sgombro e aringa.
    Mi dimenticherò di te, sentendo conchiglie vuote sorseggiare aria, gusci di granchi come ubriachi.
    Le onde si inchinano ai loro ammiratori— dune di sabbia e stole d’erba; odori pungolano nostalgie.
    Ieri sera ho allontanato spettri d’alta marea, tu hai cercato di annegarmi. Ascolta, non sono più il tuo inquilino.
    Cercati un altro per sporcare le sue tasche con la lingua dei pesci.
    Si, sarà sempre battere le dita nervose sul piano della scrivania con sopra ganci e linee e platina.

  16. Reblogged this on sovrasenso bisbigliato and commented:
    Sfuggito al mare

    Mare, sei stanza maleodorante di pesci.
    Mi hai cacciato e ora sono seduto annoiato e solo.
    Nella tue acque blu
    valve del colore del budino nero e vasi assortiti di sgombro e aringa.
    Mi dimenticherò di te, sentendo conchiglie vuote sorseggiare aria, gusci di granchi come ubriachi.
    Le onde si inchinano ai loro ammiratori— dune di sabbia e stole d’erba; odori pungolano nostalgie.
    Ieri sera ho allontanato spettri d’alta marea, tu hai cercato di annegarmi. Ascolta, non sono più il tuo inquilino.
    Cercati un altro per sporcare le sue tasche con la lingua dei pesci.
    Si, sarà sempre battere le dita nervose sul piano della scrivania con sopra ganci e linee e platina.

  17. Another gorgeous poem, I like the drunk crabs especially 🙂

  18. Devon Brock says:

    Lance,

    This rebuke of death is rich with imagery and flavor. I now see breakers as impatient fingers waiting to lure another with risk and the promise of riches. So very well done.

    D

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