08-31-2013, 09:25 AM
Hey guys thank you SO MUCH for these suggestions! I'll give it a go and post my result.
Edit number three took a completely different turn at the end, from a poem observing nature's beauty to one of loneliness and distress. I like that though. And believe it or not, I actually do work on a fishing boat for my summer job, so I feel qualified to write this poem
. I actually composed the first few lines in my head one day while watching a storm roll in while we were out. Lightning on the flat ocean is always a little creepy hahaha.
-Stormfront-
From the distant crease where waves meet skies,
great shadowed, phantom mountains rise.
Grey, smoky roots stretch out their veins
in tendrilled clouds that bring the rains.
Pale summits are crowned with runaway light,
the last memory of a sun lost to sight
behind the thick veil of this oncoming storm:
thunderous beast of impermanent form.
Dark passions run out rushing over the sea,
electricity rages as water pours free.
Grey darkness encircles, my last hopes disappear:
waves push and cap white as if fleeing in fear.
Engulfed in black swells, I'm lost on my own.
Will fate have me die on this ocean, alone?
Edit number three took a completely different turn at the end, from a poem observing nature's beauty to one of loneliness and distress. I like that though. And believe it or not, I actually do work on a fishing boat for my summer job, so I feel qualified to write this poem
. I actually composed the first few lines in my head one day while watching a storm roll in while we were out. Lightning on the flat ocean is always a little creepy hahaha.-Stormfront-
From the distant crease where waves meet skies,
great shadowed, phantom mountains rise.
Grey, smoky roots stretch out their veins
in tendrilled clouds that bring the rains.
Pale summits are crowned with runaway light,
the last memory of a sun lost to sight
behind the thick veil of this oncoming storm:
thunderous beast of impermanent form.
Dark passions run out rushing over the sea,
electricity rages as water pours free.
Grey darkness encircles, my last hopes disappear:
waves push and cap white as if fleeing in fear.
Engulfed in black swells, I'm lost on my own.
Will fate have me die on this ocean, alone?