Saturday, July 19, 2008

Pebbles hiss softly
At the running water.

Waves lap gently
At your bare feet
Caressing the sand
They spill, then retreat
Back to the deep.
They dip low
Then burst high
Extending watery tips.

Only to be swallowed
Assimilated into the sea.

4 comments:

Brass Baboon said...

A very nice poem. One of your best.

Scratch said...

Thanks, what do you like about it? I think i have written better than that. It's funny, you seem to like the ones that i write when i am very upset. Maybe it comes from the heart more, and that's what you pick up, i dunno.

Brass Baboon said...

I think so
Excellent use of adjective and descriptive verb really.

Scratch said...

I know that when I am older, I will look at the poems that i have written, much like this one, and laugh.