Ocean Weaps, The

Poem By Elbert Matt Loubser

When it rains the oceans sing
upon the vast drought of this land
the dry sands of this land
they weap for they lose unity

Long forgotten unity

O take the winds and let them howl
throuh the trees let them scowl
make these days dark with love
and light with hate

O imperseptible fate

I am not one to try
to make these days true
what is a lie if it isn't true
if it doesn' let you cry

O rains make me true

I am but a vastness
on and on I drown any traveller
this unknowing traveller
hearken me, bade forgiveness

I am not selfless
I am not selfless
these rains should fill my lungs
and drown me, bless
the other

Rains of fire burn me

Comments about Ocean Weaps, The

For one who's hardly twenty You've thoughts to say of plenty; Keep it on, Elbert Matt Loubser, An encore: Well done sir!
I really like this one Elbert - full of truthful contradictions that make one stop and think...nice one N.


Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of LOUBSER

One Last Second

One last second is all that I ask
Albeit the years have passed like the
swarms and flocks and schools and tribes
in numbers as great as the pain I have.

Cry To The Cold

Can people just stop wishing that what they had was more,
when actually they have the things that people have died for.
Can't you see you burn to the core,
can't you see you burn to the core.

Flame, The

From life and heat this came
Longing to stay the same
A brittle, little light
Manifested in the night

Painted Canvass

A canvass was given to me
one that has already felt the touch
from coarse bristles not of my hand that held it
it was meant to be untouched ere I could touch it

What Follows

We walked this day downtrodden
as asphalt and pitiless penny
what justice there is in violence,
I know not,

A Father's Advice

To be what makes a difference
In all we know to be
Is something of significance
And as yet we have to see