island virgin beach
volcanic molten
thrashing salty billows
pulling forward
womb pleading
tide to come.
throngs squirming
thousands dying
hope now gone
they wash to freshwater seas
of porcelin hurricane flush.
single lusting thrust
pushing deep
into your screaming shore
welcome release
storm subsiding
beyond a wave.
A contest entry
- beyond a wave by Melissa Gayle.
2000 points, ended September 30, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments welcome
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silly me i forgot my clappies
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hope now gone
they wash to freshwater seas
of porcelin hurricane flush.
I love this part best. it starts off with peace and ends with mayhem wonderful. -
Hurricanes and tropical storms are most fierce. My daughter lives in Miami and I watch the weather channel often to make sure she is not in the midst of wrath.
I love Virginia Beach! If I had my druthers I would live there. Although, you have made me think twice.
"throngs squirming
thousands dying
hope now gone
they wash to freshwater seas
of [porcelain] hurricane flush."
There's a typo!
These lines are mind-bending. Your take on the prompt is unrehearsed and flushes the spirit into reality thinking. Great take here dear brother! I wish you the best in this challenge.
Always ♥
Renee
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This is a very full piece.
Thanks for entering. -
this is powerful
first three lines of that last stanza are killer, too
aggressive and forceful
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Malady~ Coming from you...
I am humbled and treasure your kindness.
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I was wondering why you repeated the whole poem
but then again multiple occurances are often welcome.
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