Flotsam froth rolling in on tides
Bubble lines of effervescence.
Splash on the rocky dark shorelines,
A seaside cresting symphony.
Deafening roar it's powers play.
Defying other sounds inclined.
In calming chorus sizzled brine,
In echoed seering cannonades.
The soothing sound sings to my soul,
Of time's immortal serenade .
It's rolling thunder sings along,
Calming phantom's pressing claim.
by Suseann
Please tell me what you think
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This strongly renders the mighty wash of blue against rugged face. I liked the way a different
kind of tune insinuates itself here; one of defiance
and drama. Blue


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I felt like I was sitting on a cliff overlooking the ocean. That's where this took me, and I like memories of the sea. 'Its' I don't think needs an apostrophe, but I could be wrong, I get caught in possession of 'it's' alot in my poetry. lol. A very tight, resonating write though Suseann, thanks.


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I'm just pleased this took you in spirit on a peaceful journey there. I love and relish time watching the sea my self. Calming effects I need.Don't feel your the only one getting suggestions on those apostrophes. I hear it both ways from every direction too. However,I have to follow what I was taught in English class years ago. ' 's to indicate more than one and or possesion.Unless I misunderstood instructors. I'm comfortable with it though.But thank you Rowan.
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