- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Life on the rocks
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Life on the rocks,
along an uneven shore
of rough, ragged scrag,
scuttling across basalt.
When the tide recedes
it can leave you trapped,
especially on a rocky shore
of stranded deposits,
as the most fragile survivors
scurry for a sheltering cave.
When the shore is open
to the pounding sea,
very little survives
the full force of the waves.
But look for the limpets
and their grinding snailteeth
stubbornly clinging to survival.
And the barnacle, manacled and
combing oxygen from the sea,
the envoys, the purveyors of life.
- COMMENTS
postobitumover 19 years agoGetting to this a little late, after reading Woodland this is an even nicer poem. The contrast between the two is awesome (I know they really don't have anything to do with each other), you do nature very nicely. Should put together a collection, take your readers from sea to woods and who knows where else. Maybe desert?
sackover 19 years agoThis poem is so vivid, I liked the passage about the limpets and barnacles (I collect seashells!). Thanks for the great imagery!
Sack
twelveooneover 19 years agonice twist on title
Damn! what can I say about this?
"barnacle, manacled"
'cept, i'll remember it and stuff it in one of mine, and always wonder how did i get so clever
