Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Sea as a Jealous Lover

The waves crash fiercely
onto the battered shore.
The sky is a sullen gray.
No voice can be heard
above the crescendo.
No apologies, no tender words,
just the waves angrily slapping
the submissive sand.
All the small shore creatures
have scuttled away,
eager to escape the onslaught
O jealous lover, do not linger
Your tantrum exhausts me.
Rush away to another shore.
Leave me to recover in solemn dignity.

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