The wind did bite
nipped at my cheeks
rosy red bright
the sound the wind made
clashed with the roar
of the waves
the atmosphere icy cold
the water almost black
the noise it made
would escalate and then
as the roar died
echoes bellowed and
water crackled between
rubbing pebbles
standing there waterside
the gush of waves would
slowly dissipate
regurgitating underneath
shoreline debris displaced
moved by wind and water
and all around is barren land
cupping the edge of the sea
while monstrous waves
begin to roll and grow
a sign that no friend
of land they be.
some great descriptions, lovely
Welcome Jes, always a pleasure to read a new Poet to the site.
lovely piece, a joy to read, favorite line is the last one, perfectly placed,
monstrous waves
'begin to roll and grow
a sign that no friend
of land they be'