Poem: Ocean Waves

 

Ocean Waves

 

each crest as if urgent,

reaching up

from the brutish toil below,

 

and yet they cannot break free

from the churning froth-ribbed

fence.

 

as long as the sea has hackles,

the force march 

of such snarls and savage rants 

raves on

spanning the days, the moods,

below the mountainous disdain 

of continents--

 

only to die,

tasting the hem of freedom

with a whispery nick.

 

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10/26/25 eds