One day the ocean asked the air to caress its placid skin.
The air loved the ocean, for in it was its own reflection.
Whispers and nudglings of soft breezes at ease, currents of movement the sea’s ripples released.
Still waters silence broken by the crash of a wave,
no longer in bondage, may all mariners be saved.
The breeze could not control its love for the sea, they say,
they tossed and turned in a passionate display.
A storm was raging as these elements made love,
losing their minds as they pushed and they shoved.
Man has witnessed the fury of these entities,
never thinking that love is the catalyst of this mystery.
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Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
Reviewed on April 5, 2012
Why not personify the weather, the air and water? They are energy, and as are we. I especially appreciate the inference of soul-mate recognititon "The air loved the ocean, for in it was its own reflection."
"...Man has witnessed the fury of these entities, never thinking that love is the catalyst of this mystery." Nicely said Dan..... And when they threaten, then fizzle as was the recent case with Irene, are we to believe that it is simply love gone astray?
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Blessings,
Christine
Great poem. Thanks Dick