When the moon shows her cratered face on the night that steams out of every month
The full face, the full grace, the bright lightning on the contrasted white to black
I; alone in the deepness of the empty rip-tide shore I; cold and alone on the sand
Sitting staring at the full face of the moon; imagining a music that comes of moon’s dust
The ocean looms before me; full and empty alone and fully content
Like a mother like a beater like a fucker like a liar like the devil and like heaven
The ocean contains the very swelling of the earth, the very tears of Mother Nature
Salt of the sea and wave of the moon all like a queen, dead and elegant
Able to put forth such rage such malice such hatred and still she holds the love of all
My ocean my mother she knows me and I feel for her, she would kill me she would kiss me
She takes the pain away with the rip of her waves and cleans the dirt with a residue of salt
I am alone; staring at the moon and the sea; sitting on the sand and crying, unaided
A strange oceanic call wakes me form the awake sleep I have slipped into
A deep throaty scream beckoning me closer, closer to my ocean closer to my sea
A salty cold touch my ankles, drawing me into the place of green eyes and skin
I stand, the moon above, sea up to my knees, reaching our into the murky darkness
From where I stand I can see the entire ocean, I can see the lives of the drowned before me
I can see the clear star sky kissing the ocean far, far away farther almost than I can see
I wade our, I walk out steady, reaching my feet for the ground when the water covers my neck
The water is cold, cold and calling, the moon is bright, bright and signaling
Telling me to go to reach to fall
With a gasp I leave, sink myself underwater, gracefully falling into the marine
I me myself me myself I I I am drowning I am drowning I am drowning
I am falling I am flailing I am dieing I am dead
My body arches into the deep of my mother ocean I join the sand and live again
The ocean is like a mother like a beater like a fucker like a liar like the devil and like heaven
Sea; my eternal home

I stopped reading after "cratered face" evoked a hideous image that upset my stomach. I would suggest using a different word choice here.

Weak stomach - take some bicarb.

I stopped reading after "mother ocean" - I get seasick and bicarb doesn't work.

Worderfully wordy.

I like it and think it's interesting. You need to fix the words "form" and "our" (two places), they should be "from" and "out." It evokes the depression of lost love and suicide, and I like the imagery, especially the stars on the sea and green water in moonlight. I've been places near there.

wow alot of people stopped reading....i guess it is a little long. about the cratered face...ummm the moon has craters...sorry about the sea sickness
thank you rick for reading the whole way through and thank you for the changes...heh i didnt notice those

You can fix the typos, just click "edit" and do it. It will be worth it.

The poem rewards a careful reading. Sometimes people get used to short, easy to read poetry.

Well I got to the end. What I really like about your writing is the imagery. You are a visionary. A poet in the making.

click onto the following website and read Dylan's Hard Rain, if you don't already know it. There you'll find an example of the potential within you.

http://orad.dent.kyushu-u.ac.jp/dylan/hardrain.html

I liked the version by Leon Russell.

I did too.