Tantrum
There it goes again,
off into a tantrum,
hurling blow upon blow
of breakers against the rocks,
tearing itself apart
into a fitful foam
of rage.
Come tomorrow,
or the next, it will calm down
to a gentle lapping
of the pier, flicking out
a watery tongue
like a child
licking a poppsicle
as if nothing
had happened.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment