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Waves (for Maria Massarella, a repost with artwork)
by Clara Mae Gregory
amidst salt air and turbid sea
circular waters suddenly break
and the tremulous silvered foam
stretches upon the blue immensity
it permeates the sand
resting,then drawn again
out to murky seas
to renew a cycle
now altered
by sun and moon
and seasons storm
these waves transform
into violent crescendos
crushing with cruel
magnificent
destruction
mountains like glass
helpless to the forces
that renders them unkind
violating the shoreline
erasing sandcastles
without a trace
leaving nothing
in its place
until once again
the waves give in
and diminish their size
to what they had been
Amidst salt air and limpid sea
Circular waters that broke with ease
Tranquil remnants of soft silvered foam
Stretched serene on the green immensity
04/02/2011
Posted on 04/03/2011
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/03/11 at 03:05 AM ...this is like finding the perfect seashell; cMg, you outdone, yerself. the line breaks felt like waves going past me-eyes! a really lovely pome annnd the pic is just an added bonus, your words were felt over here! |
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/03/11 at 03:39 PMmagnificent
destruction
and in the midst of all,
an unexpected power of words in here that you so easily place, all |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/03/11 at 05:05 PM Really a fine piece and the art piece, well, alive! |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 04/03/11 at 10:29 PM I am intrigued by poems of the sea, and this is no exception. The vibes remain long after the words have been read and that's when my glance lifts to contemplate your artwork again. Lovely! Thank you... |
| Posted by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh on 04/04/11 at 04:36 PM I like the poem and the way the text waves in and out... |
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