Gulf Fever Poem by Barry Middleton

Gulf Fever

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I walk along the beach,
I can't ignore the signs,
the sand has washed away.

We claim replenishment,
as if to steal some time,
depleting distant shoals.

The sea yet wins again,
the shore always retreats,
beyond the schemes of men.

Deception is a curse,
an illness of the mind,
eroding facts like waves.

I sense the rising heat,
as gods and devils meet,
where angry winds are born.

The sand beneath my feet,
warns me I must prepare,
for fever, flood, and storm.

Gulf Fever
Sunday, July 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: futility,storm
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dimitrios Galanis 18 July 2017

You prove nature to be our great teacher or vise versa poet's observation of the nature....

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Kumarmani Mahakul 03 July 2017

The sand has washed away many signs cannot be ignored at all while walking along the beach where angry winds are born. An amazing imagery is drawn in this poem through powerful expression basing on perception...10

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Barry Middleton 03 July 2017

In Florida hurricane season is just beginning.

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