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Hold tight to me, the raging sea....

The sea is such a savage thing,
unkempt and wild and dark,
it swells and hurls within its rising,
and crashes deep within its heart.

As life is borne on waves to shore,
each breath bubbling at its crest,
so too, the life is snuffed before,
its light has tasted breath.

The cold and dark at bottom's depth,
cries loud of trapped, forgotten souls,
the surface warmth atop the cleft,
belies the safe embrace within its rolls.

It would be hard, to not feel awe,
while standing at its breadth,
when glimpsed within a single drop,
the tangled curse of life and death.


  1. Eloquent imagery - a fine sea tale.

  2. Iambic tetrameter and good rhyming -- congrats.

  3. I liked the rhythm and flow of your writing !

  4. beautiful and powerful tale.

  5. you are a good poet. The sea's a great subject too, although it tends to be nondescript round these parts. Sure it's more dramatic in Arkansas.

  6. Very moving...I'm not a poet but I can sure appreciate the craft.

    Thanks for helping with my book.

  7. Beautiful, I love that its a touch dark because the sea can be so indiscriminately destructive

  8. Fantastic imagery!

  9. Great flow! I like how the poem rolls, much like the ocean. :)


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