No Memory has the Sea

[Brownlie]

Enjoyed your little poem here. The title is arranged awkwardly in an awkward syntax I would consider revising that

The upturned lifeboat bounces and bobs. -- I think of Steven Crane and naturalism, particularly his story Open Boat
The voice of the sea speaks to the soul, -- What does the sea sound like to the senses?
a soft insistent invitation,
beckoning the body to release.

The touch of the sea enfolds the body in an embrace
of warm languid arms, gently sapping the strength. --

Like a frothy cat her powerful claws pound the rocks.
She can purrrrr, she can roar.
In her depths there is no heaven. -- Explain more I'm a bit confused

The body weakens, the mind gives in and it is easy to let go.

To let the waves of the unforgiving water wash over and drag the body under.
To become one with the sea, and to have no memory. -- I am reminded of Edna's suicide at the end of her short novel The Awakening people still debate on what that ending means

I liked this poem but I was a bit confused as to what exactly was going on. Maybe you could elaborate on sensual details and make any metaphor your using more clear.