rhythm begins— <br /> <br />the soft slopsuck <br />of sea-wet siltysand <br /> <br />all filling in about my sinking feet <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />ok, I see: <br /> <br />jeweled carpet of cracked shells and pebbles coconutcolored <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />rhythm begins— <br />oh, I hear: <br /> <br />splayed water at my ankles <br />uncurling then collapsing - a flowing, foamingly unfurling flower <br /> <br /> <br />a point between two worlds <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the antediluvian moondragged tide dances <br />with white hair windblown forwardly <br /> <br />a bleeding beast suspended in air: <br />thunderlungs <br />and stormcloud eyes crying on this seanoise <br /> <br />a symphony of water on water on water <br />on land: <br /> <br /> <br />sooozzshee hhssssh <br />rrshhheee issshooooohs <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />my brown eyes green seasalted <br /> <br />an ocean day is someway lovely during a thunderstorm.<br /><br />Jackson Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impression-new-smyrna-beach-a-few-days-ago/
