- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The water’s edge
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Click hereThe water’s edge
The waters edge is sweeping near
The tide washes away every last tear
It swells and surges, this master of fear.
With furious power for those we hold dear.
The coastline is disappearing out of sight
The shores remain unspoilt with stubborn might
The cliffs that engulf heaven with such height
The waves crash forcefully, foaming white
The surfers ride with copious skill
Their bodies wet, well balanced and still.
Their confidence, risk taking, arrogance and strong will
Until they become tired, with legs full of chill.
The water’s edge is my favourite place
Watching its presence grasp me with enormous embrace
I love the freedom of this place
My footprints sink in the sand without a trace.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 17 years agoNice but the rhyming seems to overwhelm and distract from the balance of the poem. It just seems forced with a poem in support of the rhyme rather than the rhyming supporting the poem.
