Saturday, July 24

the lesser being of a lesser god, a poem

file0001274583545i always come back to the sea ~
in the winter when gardens lay waste
and the contemplative time is upon us
and in summer, languid and color crazy

no matter the season, she shines

decked-out in sunlighted spray
tossing her waves into wild arabesque
roaring her traveling chants

no reluctant tourist, the sea

the eternal sea,
in the power of her isness
she mocks me
marks me as the lesser being
of a lesser god

I waged His wars, and now I pass and die.
O me! for why is all around us here
As if some lesser god had made the world ...
Alfred Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King

© 2016, poem, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day), All rights reserved; Photo courtesy of morgueFile

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