Departed Sea
I hear the voices of the sea
harshly speaking only to me
I feel the touches of its waves
Bashing against the rocks it shaves.
I see the anger of the sea
Vengeful as though it’s on a spree,
Tossing and turning ships to wreck
A spiteful attitude showing no respect.
Faces of the cliffs scowl and sneer
Menacing looks begin to appear
Seagulls hovering over the turbulent water
Routine for them is out of order.
I stand at the edge of the breaking tides
The wind coming in from all sides
Clouds bellow in, filling the sky
There's soon to be a storm… that's why.
Gail winds begin to shift
Tide picks up, gulls get a lift,
Thundering waves hit the shore
The gentle sea... is no more.
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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