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Ship, Sail, Boat: Playlist & Prompt

By Heather Eure 25 Comments

Ship Sail Boat Songs Playlist Colorful Painted Boats
“There is nothing like lying flat on your back on the deck, alone except for the helmsman aft at the wheel, silence except for the lapping of the sea against the side of the ship. At that time you can be equal to Ulysses and brother to him.”

— Errol Flynn

Looking for a song to help you lose sight of the shore? This month’s playlist features the latest from Florence + the Machine, Leon Bridges, and Chris Janson. It includes a few throwback classics from Styx and Lyle Lovett, plus dozens of other songs from many genres. If you can’t cast off in a boat at the moment, we’re here to help you feel the sea breeze in your hair wherever you are. Just click ‘play.’

In the well-known poem Sea Fever, John Masefield writes of his longing and wanderlust to return to life at sea. His use of assonance and alliteration creates echo and repetition, all of which begs to be memorized and recited aloud. If you also happen to be standing at the helm of a sailboat while reading it, even better.

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must down go to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Try it

Think about a time when you were on a ship, sailboat, or boat. Write a poem about the experience. What souvenirs did your senses collect and place in memory? Was it warm or cold? Were the winds strong or fair? Think of all you saw and heard; what you smelled, tasted, and felt. Consider using assonance and alliteration to create rhythm and help guide your reader’s attention. If you’ve never been on the water, borrow a scene from a poem, book, or movie. You can live the life of a sailor vicariously!

Featured Poem

Thanks to all who participated in last week’s poetry prompt.  Here’s a poem from Rick we enjoyed:

Poor Atlas

The world is slipping on his sweaty back,
so much dust all these years, and meteors,
the vibration from the cities and scores
of rockets blasting off. Of course, the lack
those objectivists have for help, who frack
away for every drop of oil, what’s more,
the continents keep shifting and the core
lets plates collide and makes the mountains quake.

There was a time he held up all the spheres,
the whole of heaven held without a strain,
when people walked, except for charioteers,
the tap of feet and horses caused no pain.
The most of what we do is wipe his tears
and take some weight off when we take a plane.

—by Rick Maxson

 

Photo by Sharada Prasad CS, Creative Commons, via Flickr.

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Heather Eure
Heather Eure
Heather Eure has served as the Poetry Editor for the late Burnside Collective and Special Projects Editor for us at Tweetspeak Poetry. Her poems have appeared at Every Day Poems. Her wit has appeared just about everywhere she's ever showed up, and if you're lucky you were there to hear it.
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Comments

  1. L. L. Barkat says

    July 6, 2015 at 12:19 pm

    I want to lay in that blue boat,
    on the blue water that laps
    at the feet of the blue, blue
    mountain.

    (really. I would love to be inside that picture! 🙂 )

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      July 6, 2015 at 3:25 pm

      Gorgeous imagery accompanies a gorgeous image.

      I’d like to be adventuring in that picture, too!

      Reply
      • L. L. Barkat says

        July 6, 2015 at 4:37 pm

        Well, now, then. Let’s have The Boat Song of Heather 🙂

        Reply
    • Rick Maxson says

      July 6, 2015 at 5:59 pm

      The sky is a sponge
      and the mountains
      both cistern and wellspring—
      on the lake, the blues
      are only colors.

      Reply
      • Heather Eure says

        July 6, 2015 at 11:29 pm

        Oh, lovely. It makes me think of the sponges I use with watercolors. Soaked and stained with the sky.

        Such a serene poem. *sigh* 🙂

        Reply
  2. Rick Maxson says

    July 6, 2015 at 5:47 pm

    Thanks for posting my poem, Poor Atlas. Gorgeous photo to start off the month’s theme.

    Reply
  3. Robbie Pruitt says

    July 7, 2015 at 6:05 pm

    Current

    The current carries the little kayak
    Through rifts of mountain stream,
    Through drifts and daydreams,
    While birds sing from the shoreline.

    Gentle waves lapping along the flow,
    Whispering all there is to know,
    Through time, a settled pace,
    As miles drift in river’s race.

    This current is a sacred place.

    © July 7, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      July 7, 2015 at 11:40 pm

      Drift is a good description. The poem takes a relaxing journey. Thanks, Robbie.

      I need a kayak. 🙂

      Reply
    • Rick Maxson says

      July 8, 2015 at 9:35 am

      “sacred place” indeed! I enjoyed reading this, Robbie.

      Reply
      • Robbie Pruitt says

        July 9, 2015 at 2:35 pm

        Thank you Rick! I always enjoy your poetic sophistication.

        Reply
  4. Robbie Pruitt says

    July 7, 2015 at 7:06 pm

    Nestled Mountain Lake

    Cradled in the puddle of lake
    The canoe rises, falls and drifts
    As the wind cascades down
    The circle of mountains.

    © July 7, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      July 7, 2015 at 11:45 pm

      From the mountains perspective, the lake is a tiny, unassuming puddle. And there we are in it– even tinier and unassuming-ier.

      I like that, Robbie!

      Reply
      • Robbie Pruitt says

        July 8, 2015 at 12:04 am

        Thank you for seeing all of that and for reading, Heather! We are all “small”, indeed…

        Reply
    • Rick Maxson says

      July 8, 2015 at 9:37 am

      It is good to feel our smallness, to merely be a part of greatness,

      Reply
    • Sumyanna says

      July 10, 2015 at 8:08 pm

      Nice imagery!

      Reply
      • Robbie Pruitt says

        July 10, 2015 at 11:13 pm

        Thank you!

        Reply
  5. Rick Maxson says

    July 7, 2015 at 9:31 pm

    Impromptu

    All around the lake, bound
    with a sheer cliff,
    the water licks the cliff stone
    and lifts into the air,
    a sound of lips kissing.

    The walls ascend, like a barge bow
    in the breathing of a deep sea,
    or a rough cup steeping morning tea.

    There is here a shifting
    of the mind’s tide,
    from the push and tow
    that forms the chiseled world,
    to the waves of light in the rounded sky.

    The day floats like a seed blown in the wind.
    The sun choreographs its lambent dancers,
    to the sound of seeking tree to tree.

    I am like a leaf fallen from aspen,
    held in the arms of this palpable day.

    You may not notice me out on the water,
    vanishing into my own perceptions,
    you on the edge, feet dangling into space,
    the light between us busy forming Summer.

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      July 7, 2015 at 11:51 pm

      Rick, this is great. The rhythm of sounds and words carries me along with well-timed mental images. If I had to pick a favorite part it would be: “you on the edge, feet dangling into space./the light between us busy forming Summer.”

      Ahhhh, captivating. (if that’s not too overused. ha!)

      Reply
  6. Sandra Heska King says

    July 8, 2015 at 9:28 am

    Gone Fishing

    My dad’s telling the story for the gazillionth time.

    How I went out too early and too young
    because I heard him say he’d like
    fried fish and potatoes for breakfast.

    How I snuck out with and pushed out
    into the gray water of Horseshoe Lake
    and clambered into the wooden rowboat
    before my toes could sink in muck.

    How I fished a wiggly worm out of
    black dirt in a tin can, threaded it on a hook,
    dropped the line, and hugged the handle between my heels
    while I rowed around the lake, oars creaking and creating little eddies.

    How I descaled and gutted the bass
    on the kitchen table, peeled and sliced potatoes
    and fried away while he and mom slept on.
    And I toasted an entire loaf of bread.

    He claims I was only five, but surely I was older.

    Then he tells the story about the pepper
    and the “pan-a-cakes”
    again.

    Reply
    • Rick Maxson says

      July 8, 2015 at 9:44 am

      Sandra,

      Pan-a-cakes and pepper—yep, you were five. This is such a sweet poem. I like the way you write it, so methodical, letting us into the thought process of a child as they execute their big plan. Thanks for sharing.

      Reply
      • Sandra Heska King says

        July 8, 2015 at 3:48 pm

        Thanks so much, Rick. I see a typo… oops. The pan-a-cake episode was before I turned 5. I know that. But I must have been older when I went fishing. Surely. But maybe not… I took that boat out a lot alone…

        Reply
  7. Sumyanna says

    July 10, 2015 at 5:25 am

    It was a tale of long ago

    when love was strong and meant to last

    a woman stood – yet brave and strong

    her pulse had quickened – beating fast.

    Honor etched upon her face

    and quickness still found in her feet

    she hid her fears and left her longing

    she knew that death she could not cheat.

    Long ago, heart wrapped in his

    and vows – together – they did make

    she promised she would follow him

    even when life he did forsake.

    On pyre his body, gently raised

    his once strong form now void of life

    more humble after years of glory

    she felt honored to be his wife.

    She found that life was one short journey

    but one she felt she traveled well

    with her husband, she felt alive

    in Paradise, she hoped they’d dwell.

    She climbed the pyre with hesitation

    and looked in the distance – out to sea

    where boats she saw in the hundreds

    “My dear, they’ve come to honor thee.”

    As water lapped upon the shore

    the pyre gently pushed out to sea

    lanterns lit on boats to guide them

    and all observed their pageantry.

    His name – someday – none shall remember

    but all will know her love was true

    solidly she stood to face tomorrow

    as flames of fire toward her flew.

    (C) Sumyanna (S. J.) 2015

    Reply

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