An Ocean of Respect
By skinner_jennifer
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I go to a place where sun
dips its beams onto surface
of ocean water, creating ripples
of light, while all around there's an
audible sound of pebbles being stroked
by a gentle ebb and flow, as I'm immersed
in this clear horizon to shine on my perfect day.
But now I return to an altogether different spectacle,
as giant breakers toss...striking wave upon wave,
pounding with thunderous force to bounce off
weather battered cliff face, the rocks below
sit like beaten up old men; hunched over,
starved; ready to collapse, while others
stand strong...resilient to thrust of surf,
then – I catch my breath with respect.
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The sense of force when at
The sense of force when at the cliffs in stormy weather is awesome isn't it? I like the contrast you draw, the sounds of wild waves and lapping calm waves are both lovely - can't be captured in a photo! But you evoke them well here. Rhiannon
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
I love the way you alter the length of the lines to make it seem like the waves are coming in and out.
Beautifully done.
Jean
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Hi Jenny,
Hi Jenny,
I like the shape of this poem too, it definitely suggests the ebb and the flow. An evocative poem that brings back visits to the shore. HW
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