The seashore is seldom silent,
never mourning nor forlorn,
for relentless waves
called on the roll, roar in.
The play's cast of waves
cheered on by the wind,
stand up,
break into applause,
take a bow
and curtain call
together.
Whooping with delight
they crash, and splash,
hiss and fizz,
to peal endless
crescendo
in swishes.
- Author: John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 1st, 2021 00:31
- Category: Nature
- Views: 47
Comments6
Great poetry there John.
I was there with you John, walking by the sea is wonderful.
Andy
Thanks, glad you liked it. Cheers and Best Wishes
Good write John.
Thanks very much for your feedback
I read
a part of me, informs me: this is a great write
a lacking, part of me
wishes it knew why, it was so good...
thanks for sharing
Thanks and cheers
Lovely flow..nice choice of words 🙂
Thanks for that. I appreciate your kind response. Cheers and Best Wishes.
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