Ocean
By Rhiannonw
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Swelling, surging, heaving, steely grey,
white-tipped waves race, chase,
press on across the bay,
crashing smash on jagged rocks,
sparks high the billowed spray.
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Sunshine, breeze, and placid calm,
bright and blue, a tranquil balm,
power stilled, no thought of danger, harm,
– wiped out, erased
all signs of fierce and forceful, lashing storm.
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Wonderful use of the words -
Wonderful use of the words - read aloud, the sounds really evoke both the storm and the calm afterwards.
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The ever-changing sea. Nice
The ever-changing sea. Nice contrast, Rhiannon.
Parson Thru
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Love the contrast in this
Love the contrast in this Rhiannon, your descriptions are so evocative. A rough sea is so entertaining, from a safe distance, I loved 'sparks high the billowed spray'. A calm sea is inviting. Your piece makes me makes me miss the sea
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I agree with all the above
I agree with all the above comments Rhiannon, this was such a pleasure to read.
Jenny.
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
I love the alliteration and whatever the word is for making the reader experience the word. Lovely poem.
Jean
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