Shore-Song.
Ground shakes
as massive breakers force reverberation.
Blast booms,
rock face crash-cracks, creating spume.
Waves break
over fall's gradation as race accelerates.
Tidal sound
grinds into groundswell as din re-bounds.
Water weight
trapping soaked air roars in anticipation.
Before long
tide turns round for another shore-song.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Hear it, smell it, experience it - this says it all in a great atmospheric write.
You are saying in such a beautiful way what I experience nearly every time we go to the beach. And the picture is nice too. Thanks for another good one Fay!
Thanks FAY ~ living near the Coast is always a Blessing ~ Even the Essex ~ Suffolk Coast ! BUT to live near the Cornish Coast (as in your picture) and implied in your Poem is Paradise ! Blessings for SUNDAY ~ BRIAN
I find I can relate to the waves crashing for hours on you tube
Same here my friend - - waves and their power fascinate me. Pleased you enjoyed the read.
they also have streams flowing waterfalls raindrops I like them a lot.
You capture the excitement
I hear the sound your poem portrays so well, Fay. I can smell the salt air. I, too, live on a shore, but mine is sand rather than rock so the sound is muted. Oh well, I still appreciate it. Thanks for this fine post!
Sing to me all day, Ms. Fay...the song of nature's might in salt plumes from your pen.
Very interesting portrayal of one of nature's aspects. Nicely done as well.
I hear the song that your words sing.
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