The Cruel Sea! Poem by Denis Martindale

When anger rages in the sea,
It strikes the land once more,
Erodes it microscopically
Each time it meets the shore...
With waves that rise crescendo-wise,
Then crash down on the land,
Though wondrous to all human eyes,
So few can understand...

Volcanoes fight back here and there
With lava flows so hot,
As if in search for space to spare,
To dry upon that spot...
But still the battle rages on,
The land will not give in,
The sea, of course, is never gone,
So neither side can win...

Like Titans waging longterm war,
These enemies persist,
As if that's all they're living for,
Till turned to dust and mist...
The waves look aqua shiny new,
Fluorescent walls so nice
And yet behind that brilliant blue
There lurks a heart of ice...

The cliffs are jagged in reply,
To slice each wave to shreds,
Some crumbling stones are sent to die
Upon the ocean beds...
The sun and moon look down amazed,
The stars blink mournfully
And even God looks solemn-faced
To see the land and sea...


Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2013.