Driftwood  |
Genre: Poetry Type:Poem Views:99 Rating:E
Author: Koelewyn
My feet touch the water-soaked sand between my toes.
The moonlight kissing my cheek from the horizon.
All of this together seems oddly serene.
The waves fighting each other to get to the shore,
Fighting each other, to die in the absorbent sand.
Why fight, simply to plummet into the sharpened rocks of the coast?
Woosh, Woosh, Woosh,
Light rain begins to fall from the darkened clouds,
Trickling down my back, to reach the sand.
Moonlight quickly being obstructed, as if it is being engulfed in the clouds.
The sand beneath my toes become sloppy, and moist.
The smell of fresh water from the sea erupts into my nostrils.
The waves grow larger, now battling for the muddy shore.
Battling to their death.
Such violent waves.
Woosh, Woosh, Woosh,
Lightning in the distance makes the waves appear glowing,
As if Neptune lit a candle upon the entire sea.
Gusts of wind speed past each other,
Teasing my copper hair.
Heavy beads of summer’s rain come floating down from the atmosphere!
Beating against my face, gliding down into the heavy, thick, clumpy sand beneath my sore feet.
The waves now massive, wrestling each other to the death.
Woosh, Woosh, Woosh. View Literature |
