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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.


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  1. Marbles in My PocketJune 22, 2011 at 4:03 PM

    Nice dark tale about the sea.

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  2. AltonianJune 23, 2011 at 5:15 AM

    Eloquent imagery - a fine sea tale.

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  3. BerowneJune 23, 2011 at 7:28 AM

    Iambic tetrameter and good rhyming -- congrats.

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  4. MISHJune 23, 2011 at 8:50 AM

    I liked the rhythm and flow of your writing !

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  5. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJune 23, 2011 at 9:33 AM

    beautiful and powerful tale.

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  6. David MacaulayJune 23, 2011 at 4:03 PM

    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.

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  7. N. R. WilliamsJune 23, 2011 at 7:15 PM

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

    Thanks for helping with my book.
    Nancy

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  8. AnonymousJune 24, 2011 at 10:03 AM

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

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  9. AnonymousJune 26, 2011 at 8:47 AM

    Fantastic imagery!

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  10. Serena ShayJuly 1, 2011 at 12:05 PM

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

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