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The Poetry of Oceanldy |
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The Poetry of Oceanldy |
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before the first imperceptible swell begins but inevitably, it does begin ever so slowly it enlarges lifting upward until reaching the point where, being so top heavy, it must fold, curling inward as the undertow sucks the crest back toward itself, but first reaching high as if to show off flexing its spectacular power, white foaming spray bursts in all directions and when it reaches its climax, it pauses for a moment, posing for those who may happen to be admiring and appreciative of the incredible spectacularness of it, |
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it crashes, exhausted, back into itself a bubbling frenzy reaching as it crawls toward the shore begging, as if needing to be held, hoping, this time to escape and be free but it never remains lusting on land for long as she, the sea, pulls her frothy edge back greedily keeping all her power for herself, confidently knowing that she controls the reins of give and take - the calm remaining only briefly as she allows her troubadours time to rest and recuperate before the next performance, as she basks in the delight they have presented her enjoying a moment of reflective review before the swell begins again © Ocean.11-20-96 |
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