Standing alone on her
beige sandy shores-
the Gulf of Mexico
pounds and stings my bare feet
at one with her inner tempo
as blue waters lick at lady grey.
Staring at the emptiness of it all-
Still feeling the power she yields
Waves cap and break
Hooked on the sound
of her eerie calm.
This vixen teases on a whim-
She flirts with the sun
granting her glow
Sounds of seagulls
play in harmony
captive in the music
of the sea
Seduced by her rhythm-
standing in awe of the calming rage
when eternity arrives
she will still continue alone to
ebb and flow.
Robin Bennett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/captive-rage/
