I seethe in foam, tides...
Swept out, swept in...
In. To the shore.
Further into tides
Sweeping El Nino
Into rivers, streams,
Grasping, collecting...
Crabs and such...
Cities, towns, burgs.
Much mindless,
Screaming cries.
Madness, hallucinations.
With senuous talons
I come up, clawing
Wires, poles, houses
With hungry jaws open,
Dragging all in one
Clutch...
Down into insanity of
Water.
Laughing, as I roll my
Eye around...
Do it all again.
Another great one, but of course......Goodness hope you all don't get another hurricane like Katrina from which the city is still barely recovered....Seen Brad around lately? ? ? sigh! ! ! marci.xo
Wonderful language abounds in this evocative write. Kind regards, Justine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'With senuous talons' and 'With hungry jaws open' is so graphic. and the ending 'Do it all again.' is superb.