Storm At Sea MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   At dawn, along the briny, seashore

Blow the melodious hymns of wind past sails.

While the gulls commence their waking flight

Crying out through the misty morning's veil.



shore and sea, the whistling bout of wind

gusty, wanes loud as grey clouds dot the sky.

The falling raindrops chatter on the sea,

voicing their staccato reply.



A tidal wave crashes spewing about

The eroding spray upon jagged rocks.

The bows of boats once setting high above

Come crashing down on the wooden docks.



Rain ceases; the sun creeps slowly out.

A rainbow adorns the blue sky above.



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on Apr. 4 2012 at 3:12 pm
hippiechick99 GOLD, Mesquite, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"... How dreary to be somebody-- How public like a frog;
To tell one's name; the livelong June-- To an admiring bog"
-Emily Dickinson

I kept rereading it. In my opinion you did a very good job with this. Didn't give away too much information. Let the readers create their own meaning. I loved it. :)


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