Poems about the ocean are as boundless as the waves, as numerous as grains of sand.
The ocean is a mirror, reflecting back the sky, the moon, passing ships, soaring birds. In turn, our eyes mirror the sea's reflection as we gaze upon it.
It's an endless cycle, a ceaseless wave. If you've ever looked into a mirror with a mirror, you know what I'm referring to. There is no end to it. The same can be said of the ocean's reflection in verse. It's an endless source of imagery, metaphor, and rhythm. How could I not draw from it?
Because of its vastness, the depths of those feelings and moods inspired by the sea increase my capacity to imagine, but also make me wonder if I can possibly capture all of it into some semblance of verse. Sometimes it crashes like a wave upon a rocky coast. Sometimes it's smooth sailing. You decide!
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