Rhymes And The Sea Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Rhymes can be gentle currents
that lap against the shore
to roll and play and frolic
like dancers on the sand

Rhymes can be frightful torrents
that spout from red hot cores
of ocean floor volcanoes
destroying like in war

Rhymes can be tiny whispers
that ride the tradewind flow
and like the fleeting breezes
get sucked in undertow

Rhymes if not grasped and coddled
like ancient sunken gold
they surely rot in seaweed
and choke in water mold.