Waves. Racing to land.
Cresting, with a fine mist.
Power. Charging forward.
The land fights back.
Territory lost and gained.
Weather, changes rapidly,
clear skies, rain clouds.
Still rows arise and fall.
One after another,
in the endless struggle,
of the ocean tide.
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I really enjoyed reading this poem. I love the ocean and watching waves crash, and reading this reminded me of this feeling. Your sensory details create a picture in the reader’s mind. I love the adverbs you use. They help to create feelings of great motion: racing, cresting, charging, fights. These are all powerful and work to create great meaning.
I want to thank you for all your feedback, not just on this poem, but on many others as well. I was away for a few days and had lousy access, so I couldn’t respond sooner, but the comments make me really happy. I appreciate them very much. Thank you!