Realms of whispers
No power on earth
For depths so frail
And spirit so strong
Converge with ministering herons
Adorned in ghostly white
Roar into emptiness
Arresting me
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For peeling grace
In waves of goodness
Immerse my heart
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Into the forgiven season
Into the shallows of night
I dive
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Who can know
The secrets of the sea
Woven into dreams
Lost in sunken chambers
Locked with ancient keys
Hidden in ancient maps
Discovered by the brave
In a realm of treasured mystery.
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Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
The secrets of the sea are indeed limitless…it is hard to know all that is hidden within the waves!
Even though our maps of seas and oceans are no longer ancient and probably pretty accurate, there is still so much we do not know about the sea.
As usual, Alan, your beautiful inspired words cause my heart to soar. Lovely.
“For peeling grace
In waves of goodness
Immerse my heart”…..my favorite lines…beautifully written…..
Lovely immersion in the sea here Alan. And yes the sea has so many secrets. Actually I can’t think of anyplace in England where people would willingly dive into the sea–perhaps with a warm suit (or whatever those things are called) Thanks for responding to my prompt.
I like the mysterious dark mood you have evoked..the sea with its secrets!
beautiful
See The Sea
Hauntingly beautiful, Alan!
Enjoyed the poem, and liked the shape…kind of looked like an arrow pointing down (to the depths of the sea?)…and then a bell at the end (a ship’s bell perhaps?). Unintended? Perhaps another secret the sea is trying to reveal?
yes the sea ia always interesting ……with all its secrets…..enjoyed reading….nice!!
unfathomable sea; you have constrained it well in your poem; thanks for dropping in at my blog, have a nice Wednesday
much love…