IN THE END

Let’s play a game. Three people wrote this poem. Can you figure out which words are mine?

hastywords's avatarHASTYWORDS

This is my second poetic threesome.  🙂

IMG_7571Written by Arthur Browne, Matticus, and Hastywords

The banners of sea-foam unfurled
wind howled like demons unleashed
the legions of waves were hurtled
with a fury that slowly increased

The black cliff stood with defiance
against the sea’s raging assault
like a rampart built by giants
a wall of the darkest basalt

A totem that reached to the sky
Steadfast, strong for all of time
No mere mortal could ever deny
The power each force could climb

The water gnawed and clawed,
Like a beast against its barred cage,
The frenzy lathered crush pawed,
In wars eternal struggle did wage.

Strong, resolute, the ageless wall,
Turned away the brutish force,
And refused to ever retreat or fall,
But time, as always, ran its course.

The sea striking without cease
Walls unmoving before its strike
Never failing, a never ending lease
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4 Responses to IN THE END

  1. hastywords's avatar hastywords says:

    After catching up on your blog I realize many of your followers aren’t poetry fans so maybe that is why you didn’t get many comments 😦

  2. seanbidd's avatar seanbidd says:

    The edited version to my first thoughts, first found over at Hasty’s hangout.

    But for those ebbs and flows to both land and sea, where intense rests such conversations, between both accretion and erosion, a slow instigation where values change, but worth remains the same; existence, if at all a little different, even after a passing of storms. What though, ventures forth most intent on pushing back the bounds to both seas and oceans, a most spectacular of spectacles, nature’s self reclamation spilling forth from deep within a warmest of hearts, to emerge new possibilities and a balance, a balance we can hardly fathom at times in nature’s ever changing perspective to such narratives.

    As I read the first parts to the poem, I was thinking Cliff’s of Insanity 🙂

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