The angry sea.........

A return to the scene of yesterday's crime....my hip is bruised but recovering.
Still I am drawn to the power of the ocean. Whilst some days it is a serene and calming presence , others, like today it is a cauldron of turmoil.
The storm clouds were looming over head and I was intermittently splashed by the incoming waves and also weathered a light sprinkling of rain.
Today she was not calming. Today she was menacing and left me uneasy.


Angry Sea
by Rose Wilder

The turquoise ocean, tipped with cold white foam,
Plashes, dashes, splashes, crashes
Against the unrelenting wall.
Ruffled and maddened by the teasing breeze,
It tries to leap above the hard gray wall,
Tries to wear away the inexorable wall
With the crash of thunder.
Yet, like booming guns from a battlefield
A thousand miles away, only paces away,
The roar of the sea can no longer be heard
Over the whistling breeze.
Surely for hundreds of years, the angry foam-splashed sea
Shall continue to pummel the unrelenting wall,
The inexorable, cold, gray, unrelenting wall,
Until at last the years shall take their toll,
And the long-lasting, steadfast wall shall crumble
Into the rejoicing, onward-surging sea.