At The Break Of The Tide

At The Break Of The Tide

A Poem by Bethsinitaly
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The seductive allure of the sea

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I stand at the side of the break of the tide -
as the world falls away at my feet
My soul takes to flight and my senses delight -
in the melody teasing and sweet.
As the pull draws me on t'ward the depths of beyond -
and the fathoms lie full o'er head
I drift with the flow as it ebbs to and fro -
softly shimmering sand as my bed.
As the weed wreaths my hair I let go my despair -
and my troubles grow distant and dim
In the soft dappled glow of this world far below -
far away from the dissonant din.

© 2017 Bethsinitaly


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I love the sea the beauty that you describe in this is something worth a watch.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aman samrat khare (ASK)

8 Years Ago

For me its sky it takes me somewhere else the stars the moon the darkness its just mesmerizing
Bethsinitaly

8 Years Ago

My mom is the same :) I often go looking for her and find her out on the terrace in the dark looking.. read more
Aman samrat khare (ASK)

8 Years Ago

:) hehe Yeah mother nature has given us so many beautiful things but thats not enough for people the.. read more
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I like the rhyme scheme and the nice image you create. Lovely use of words, like in "softly shimmering sand as my bed". Good last line, as well.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Bethsinitaly

8 Years Ago

Thank you :) I must admit I often look out at the sea and find escape there it was nice to put that .. read more
V

8 Years Ago

It nice when you have the chance to do so ;) I like the sea, too :)

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Added on January 27, 2016
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Bethsinitaly
Bethsinitaly

Teramo, Abruzzo, Italy



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