Addington Beach2 Poem by Adrian Flett

Hear the surging lift
of water weight sheer and clear
in wave's lip hover and spume,
until the foam dance white sparkle
at the thin top edge
of sensuous lip so finely carved
bowl edge of crystal delicacy
in sun's rays and breeze flighted spray
ridges, cresting with my hope.

But gravity's crush crashes
down and down into white flat foam;
leaves the surface
as a wild animal's coat
spotted and blotched so haphazardly neat
as I feel the load of my grief.