Monday 28 January 2008

Castaway

The ocean is one thing I can write quite a lot about and I find interesting, so I felt I would have to do a poem on this topic.


The vast ocean never ending,
No sign of life his mind bending,
A pin prick on the blue sheet of the world,
His lengthy imagination becoming unfurled,
So thirsty yet so much water,
His body coming ever hotter,
The bright sun is the burning eye of the sky,
Looking down as the oblivious traveller dies,
His floating grave carried away,
Never found until one black day.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You might want to consider a poem were you do not rhyme quite so often. Other than that it's quite good though.