I’ve seen seas
of tepid orange,
swirling with small
white blossoms.
I’ve seen oceans
of freezing black,
chattering with
luminous pieces
of ice, and I
have seen the
Arabian seas.
The gold city is lost
among the teal
of the night water.
A lone shark swims
in winter, where
the day illuminates
the barren hills of
the background,
yet does not show
the heat of day
or the grit of sand.
Long, waving arms
of soft corals
mingle with the
pomegranate
fronds of feather
stars, and speckled
gray moray eels leer
out of crevices swaying
with reds and greens.
Butterfly fish flit past
briefly in tangerine flashes,
and exuberant exotic
fish show off their vibrant tails.
Coral gardens bloom
in the cold season
and seaweed forests
flourish in summer.
The striped sea snake
glides through the indigo ripples,
and the determined turtle pads
through the crushing waves
with barnacles on her shell,
to rest on her birth ground
and lay the next generation.
Here are bountiful mangroves
and the ocean foams,
and is beautiful,
contrasting with the vibrant
reefs flooded with aqua.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.