Sea Poem by Phil Soar

Sea



Creating life it breathes alone
a world of ever changing tone
a brightening glimmer, a dashing glow
the beauty of it's tides to show

a fearsome sight when whipped by storm
inviting when the winds are warm
a cold and dangerous place can be
the swirling effervescent sea

reclaimed, no wind envelops all
gale force, the gulls above it call
a sight no man should leave unseen
a squalid sight, a turgid dream

Saturday, January 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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