Today's prompt at Poetry Thursday is "kneel"
The wave runs at the shore,
falls on its knees to kiss the sand
The sea brings offerings
a seaweed necklace, driftwood, shells
The land buries them deep
The sea erodes her boundaries,
grain by grain. The land
heaves herself up from the sea's depths.
What the sea once covered
becomes a mountain.
It is the age-old tussle of the littoral zone
but still the sea
writes love letters on the sand.
(I think maybe I am being a bit indulgent sneaking the worl "littoral" in there. It's a word I love, but I'm not sure that it makes the poem any better).
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3 comments:
i love the idea of the sea writing love letters in the sand.
This is a marvelous descriptive poem of the sea and more.
I love the word "littoral"! I've never seen it before, and I had to check a dictionary for its meaning. This poem could have been written about the Southern Coast, where I have spent much of my time the last few weeks. My trainer even had us doing pushups in the waves, and for some reason your poem reminded me of that.
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