Ocean's Masterpiece

Ars Poetica, my definition of poetry. What I consider as beauty described through the Sea

Ocean’s Masterpiece

Silently, I lay.
Time-stand still.
Tick, tock,
happy people romp.
I, one object among,
endless grains of sand.
I, Quiet. Still.
A kite flown single hand.
Many thoughts clash,
around my mind.
So I walk-
along the water line.
Excited waves-go. Ripple
my toes-and tickle
these shells, broken-
send Ocean’s specific
message, spoken.
Salty hair,
dance with the breeze.
I. Bold. Naked.
A descendant of Eve.
Oh the Sea, my living masterpiece.
Waves to Sea,
Shore to Beach.
Dramatic Waves crash down on me,
beautiful Sea carry me.
Distinct Ocean give me the key,
You are my eternity.