sweety
02-28-2011, 07:48 AM
My first poem, so do not be kind.
Chop my block off, cut me down to size.
Clap me on the back, tell me I am great.
But do before you go, leave your leer behind.
The silent sea.
The rusty-red cage rolled and tumbled on the green sea grass,
as the lashing sea churned the yellow foam.
A blue plastic rope clasping the buoy above, showed its age.
Incapable of holding the pot, it gave way.
When the sea fell, we hauled fresh air.
And in anger spat at the waves.
Chop my block off, cut me down to size.
Clap me on the back, tell me I am great.
But do before you go, leave your leer behind.
The silent sea.
The rusty-red cage rolled and tumbled on the green sea grass,
as the lashing sea churned the yellow foam.
A blue plastic rope clasping the buoy above, showed its age.
Incapable of holding the pot, it gave way.
When the sea fell, we hauled fresh air.
And in anger spat at the waves.