Seascape
Waves wash over a boulder
which reverberates
with thunderous force
slammed down upon it.
Gulls wheel. Pelicans dive
into the surf.
Sun glares through chill gusts
of moist bluster
which insinuates
into the bones.
All throbs with the ache
of beauty made desolate.
My skull sloshes
as I wake wit a code
and blow.
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I love “moist bluster.” I also woke “wit a code.” Nice touch! Loved this poem.
Aww you poor thing. Cute poem.
I read this to my 98 year old Mum and she said, “I like the words…”