Sentinel Quatrain Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Crashing quivers of ripples beyond the beacon light,
a watchtower flooding with a million waves,
water blown about like shadows in the night,
clouds cause combustion as the oxygen it saves.
Sign post hidden behind the main surges,
streams of unguarded safety like a typhoon,
the cyclone warps and bends as it merges,
with the tempest curving into a monsoon.
The watchmen scatter with apprehension,
the sentinel remains an unsafe compartment,
the seamark propels and turns causing trepidation,
a billow of nature smashing the marine department.
~Date Written: April 6, 2016~