With a flat calm sea the long crossing from Hook of Holland is boring. It did, however, allow me to catch up on posts from bloggers I follow and leave a few comments.
As we’re approaching Harwich now so I don’t know for how long we’ll have internet, I’ll not fiddle with the html to change the font so please excuse the small text.
I promised one of my blogger friends, Iulia Halatz, an English teacher living in Bucharest, that I would sometime attempt a Fibonacci poem after she had pointed to one by Mick E Talbot. This long crossing seemed an ideal opportunity to fulfil the promise. So, for Iulia, here is one about the sea.
Sea.
Calm.
Chaos
just waiting
to unleash itself;
waves battering the silent air
till it too is a maelstrom of chaotic water.
Destroying all when in the mood, how can we love such a thing? Yet, for all that, we do.
September 6, 2017 at 2:15 pm
Thank you for the homage, dear Roger. And thank you for a lovely poem, I am indebted to you. Maybe I will settle it with a few words about teaching as golden habit and us, the teachers, article that I am planning for a while.
Anyway I cannot say more about the beauty and savagery that lie in the heart of water. Merry wishes to P! x