Prompted Poem: The Ocean
Wave after wave after wave after wave.
The surface, while still only home to the brave,
is easy. At least, more predictable.
With the power to crush, sustain, deploy,
to lift, to drown, create or destroy,
it instills, still, less wondrous terror
than the invisible.
Give me a life of constant change,
in which currents and tides lead the way
to the strange,
so long as it unfolds before my eyes,
and I don't have to know what,
in the darkness, lies.
Depths at which perception is but a dream,
a memory unclear, and there is only one theme:
unknown.
Where it has been eons since the sun
last shone,
and the pressure's enough to make dust
out of bone,
but somehow, life persists.
Perhaps I could learn a thing or two from this...
About the Creator
Jacob Sherman
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
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