Sea-Swell.
The breast of the sea swells tonight
as her efforts to contact, heightened
by saline heavings break thru her skin
and like inflated plumes high skirts spill
spume then burst showing sea in labour.
She roars tries extra pitch to fetch
toward shore, finds efforts checked
then sweeps out once more tumbling
somersaults over herself as grumbling
with submarine thunderings sea is irate.
Bloated yet filled with action below
her writhing increases as foam flows
down salt frills and yells of yield grow
into naked oneness with oceanic rollers
for thrill of consent sea feels no restraint.
Sea-Swell intends to bare all tonight
in needed embrace with Spring-Tide.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments5
Awesome
truly awesome...
Good write Fay.
Wonderful words Fay.
those undertows hidden in its swells,
tumble the mightiest in its wells -
excited by the moon’s phases,
whether calm or the frothy head it raises.
True poetry is such, that the words are often insufficient to show one’s appreciation
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