The Sea
The waves crashed against the cliffs
And spray flew into the air.
It copied the flight of the gulls above
Who circled without a care.
The water moved with an ancient rhythm,
And was deep and dark and rough.
The pull of the moon became stronger
still,
It would never be enough.
The tide came in and swallowed the
beach
Leaving patterns on the ground.
The pebbles surrendered to the force,
And followed without a sound.
As the world spun round the sea
retreated,
Moving softly away.
It carefully, gently, uncovered the
stones,
And then dwindled with the day.
Hi, Lisamarie. Usually I have to read a poem a few times before I know whether I like it or not, but I loved this one from the first four lines. Well done! It really spoke to me. Congratulations. I don't know who your muse was on that one, but I hope you do. :)
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http://jamesgarciajr.blogspot.com/
I have a feeling I do :) Thanks Jimmy!
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