Asphyxiated blue—
Skin kisses the sun;
Waves smash and batter—
Ivory bursts
Enshroud and consume,
Tossing and toiling
Beneath the bubbling illuminations.
Helpless twisting
Gives to selfless thrashing;
Scorched sand rakes
Flesh ensnared, catches,
Body splayed in the midday sun,
Frigid, sopping—midst fire, twinkling.
Salty stagnance withdraws,
Raging, it heaved rejection,
And the torrent onward roared.
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For me the poem paints a vivid image of waves and a rocky shoreline…perhaps because I photographed such images and the poem triggers those memories…regardless…reallly identified with his poem.
Indeed. This one came to me while I was walking beside the lake shore one bright and early dawn, so I am glad the poem was able to invoke such images for you!