Eight-line Poems 2

Ocean

Ocean

Landlubbers all
we paddle at the edge of the endless spread
splashing in its frayed edges
while farther out the empty writhing depth
waits heedless heartless inhuman
its heaving oilslick rumination
slipping from vast and shining thoughts
to dreams of storms at night.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.11.25
Prompt: Write a poem that has an oceanic nature.