The Sea, She Writhes Poem by Tanner Herndon

The sea makes miserable sounds
Like a mother who lost her child:
The gulls provide a search party,
Scanning the constantly moving
Sheet-like waves that pummel all in
Its path
All the groaning, moaning and crying
Will never bring back her baby,
And as she may search forever, we all
Are to suffer, while we ride
Across her back, onward to safety
We negotiate to her with prayers for her child,
But she listens not, for she is deaf
And blind with rage;
All we can do is stand on her wrinkled shores
And watch with horror,
As a mother writhes in place for her lost
Child.