| General Poetry
posted May 4, 2022
Illuminates the many changes to the ocean.
On a still day
Glimpses caught seem stagnant.
Foam trembles on the brink
Of a wave before it crashes.
Water glistens on the surface
Then slips into the sand,
Leaving only bubbles which
Pause before they burst.
When the winds are high
Tossing spray from crest to crest,
The rumble of the surf
Rips itself from beneath the sea,
Sending echoes to the mountains.
And instantly swallowed raindrops
Make tiny pits
On the raging swells
Day after the storm,
The sun shines
Twinkling flecks upon the waves.
Deep blue water, heavy golden sand.
Breezes blow shifting dune grass
And the foam of a curling breaker
Slides over the rocks
Where seaweed swings like maiden's locks.
No Rules Poetry Contest contest entry
The ocean is a constant muse for me.
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