Waves which crash
Like shattered glass
Against the old wall
That watches all
Turning tide
Its vandal eyes
Casting rainbows
In tears cried.
Violent thunder
In each roll
That presses tight
Body to soul
Day to night
Repeat again
Its deep intensity
Half insane.
From blue to white
Its salted frame
In repetition
Mad thoughts gain
Momentum growls
To wear away
The battered rock
That keeps at bay.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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A most picturesque poem of the sea and its battering a rock wall. Very nicely imaged and although not clearly evident a possible metaphor as well
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