Thrash by S.J. Tyler Crashing through waves Banging and splashing Hitting hard against my skin Sea foam and spray Fly at my face Salty, it tastes Wind tearing at my hair Whipping it in all directions Flapping against my ears It howls in pain As it blows around me It starts to pour Little droplets from above Beating at my shoulders and head Like tiny stones of fury Angry, the rain swirls Chaotically, it flies Chipping away at all in its path Grey and dismal It continues its wrath Never faulting or fading And then, slowly so slowly The heavenly drops Trickle to a halt The clouds clear away The grey fades back under the horizon The sun smiles on its sea And the terror Has ended 12/19/1999 Posted on 09/30/2003 Copyright © 2025 S.J. Tyler Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Sarah Brookes on 09/30/03 at 08:52 PM Violent, tempestuous and fantastic. Lovely imagery. Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/30/03 at 09:15 PM Earthy and natural... i love poems of storms and seas. Great imagery. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)