She

She comes in nuzzling,
full of salt, full of froth;
lingers, indulging in sun
Slowly then goes, taking some tender earth
making it pure.

She nudges again,
this time with a shell,
pouring its secrets, a hum and some cries.
I hold it naively, by my ear
it soothes and smothers, her perpetual low rumble.

She comes in nuzzling,
and parts again
Our oft affair remains...

Reviews

[audrie]

Slowly then goes, taking some tender earth
making it pure. lovely

usually I find lines that really stand out to me, however, this whole poem stood out to me - it's great in it's entirety - nice work

[Frontier]

I like this, it is quite mysterious but not in a dark way! It leaves the reader wondering who "She" is.

One thing I would do is I wouls put "slowly, indulging in sun."

This was quite interesting.