Beyond the Water's Edge

There stands at the shore,

one who stares,

out over the water's

that lure

into their icy depths,

he who dares.

Gazing in awe,

with naive admiration

the water

licks enticingly at his heels,

without intimidation.

And yet,

that peaceful silence

is but a battle cry,

As the strong currents

rush swiftly by

taking any in its way

to their fate.

While, 

just below the surface

danger waits,

As the invisible winds

come rushing in

creating innocent ripples

which dangerously churn

as they too begin

to work their course

of destruction.

The fool,

now wise to the plot,

tries hopelessly 

to disentangle himself

from the seaweed

in which he is caught.

And, as they drag

his lifeless form

to the shore,

his silent soul

makes a pledge:

  "Never again,

to venture �" 

  Beyond the Water's Edge!"

Reviews

[Perkele.7885]

I say, 'Welcome to the Writer's Cafe"! You enter with an adventure poem. Tell me, at what point does our victim actually set foot in the water? I see him staring over the water's edge and I see a dare by the passing water. Then I see the water licking enticingly at his heels.
Alis, I am not being picky. I am following the pace of your story and the key points. Because at the end, he has become a lifeless form.
I like the poem, I would have just liked to have seen less left to the reader's imagination because in the end result; it is yours, the author's poem. Let's not give it to each individual reader.