Buffeted On The Waves That People The Red Sanded Beach Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Buffeted on the waves that people the red sanded beach
I realize the sea is frothing at the mouth
As if a marine war ended in carnage
The rocks re-bounded the strange sounds and raw.

How long and drawling every wave of sea
It reaches the rocks exhausted. The remaining strength
And substance of the wave is broken on the rocks
That rise tall pointed black bleak and raw
From all around the bay and that
Re-bound the strange sounds and raw.

When will the sea
Tire its liquid siege? Its legions
Of miry waves on the black rocks spent
Replaced no sooner than destroyed
And the sea
Froths at its mouth with vigor green
Renewed as in battle.

No generals lead the waves save their own ire
And the inexhaustible surging of being a wave
That on the rocks high pointed bleak and black
Re-bound the strange sounds and raw.