The restless waves

Sat on the beach this morning and felt the need to create something.

I used to think the restless waves,
Touched the beach in sweet embrace,
Shaped its form with loving hand,
Bestowing gifts to charm its swain.

Now I see indifferent march,
Cold consumer of the land,
Loving hand replaced by teeth,
Eternal rock reduced to sand.

I used to think the restless waves,
Whispered softly to the wind,
Reaching up with frothing lips,
Imparting secrets with each kiss.

Now I see the silent words,
Shouting rage against the land,
A totem of the cold and dark,
Ever waiting for our hand.

Reviews

[Relic]

This is really good. While I was reading I was wondering: What would be the reason for changing his mind about what he sees? Would it be a realization or transformation within himself or situations in life? Regardless, this is a well written poem.

[FletcherTime]

This one hits me kind of hard. The fact that naivety is the opener, really makes the cynicism following a lot more notable. Love it!