Eye of the Storm
Upon the waves I'm rocked to sleep,
Battered in the tempest wake,
I turn my gaze upon the deep,
And grimace, rubbing bones that ache.
The dark grey skies refused to rest,
The sea would not abate,
Frothy caps creeped up on crest,
I bowed my head, accepting fate.
On she came, oh once again,
Snapping beams asunder,
Thrown was I, to ocean den,
Blue mountains forcing under.
Battered in the tempest wake,
I turn my gaze upon the deep,
And grimace, rubbing bones that ache.
The dark grey skies refused to rest,
The sea would not abate,
Frothy caps creeped up on crest,
I bowed my head, accepting fate.
On she came, oh once again,
Snapping beams asunder,
Thrown was I, to ocean den,
Blue mountains forcing under.
posted by Josiah at
10:17 PM
1 Comments:
I find your poetry about the sea, ocean or whales to convey the feeling and imagery of the sea very well. The poems also all have similarities, but have a very different feel. I like that.
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