I Want People to Share Their Poetry

Stormy Seas

The frothy spray pelts the craggy shore
Against a futile tide
Retreating sheets against the grain
Back within to hide.

Sculpted in a way too random,
In which to replicate
Order amid drifting chaos
Some would call it fate.

It often takes a stormy sea,
To please the aesthetic taste,
Forming a godly canvas,
Of all the things I’ve faced.


Patrick