I may be dense, I dunno....sometimes anyway, but when I read this, I get the picture in my head that this poem is referring to the ills of an oil spill.And if that is the case, then I find your poetic descriptions are very interesting and creative.But if it is really talking about something else, I don't quite "get it". My brain feels dull today. I like this very much, though,in my interpretation, no matter what you were really inferring. :)

I have to agree about the power of it. It built a visual of a black cancer spreading and growing... but last time I checked *giggle* your name is Glenn.... so glad I'm not the only one with a wandering mind. Too much silver in my hair is my excuse... dunno what Joe David's is. *wink*

this is a poem which simply hits the jackpot in me. each word is like a golden coin fluming down my mind in golden stream, into my cup which runneth o'er.

Good un Glenn...CharMin

I like the force at the outset of this, of waves crashing against a rock foundation. The ocean reveals us, as do you. Thank you.

This is so visual...it is beautiful and at the same time poignant. I really love the vivid picture you've painted with these words.

Very good Glenn!