Evening
mist touches one’s lips with a soft kiss
Beams of
moonlight gleam with a heavenly touch
Cast a
hollow glow in the salted sea mist
Sea breezes
stir the salted air in one’s hutch
Grasp violence
the sea blankets with its wrap
Captures in
her finger’s with a tightened clutch
Waves crash
the shoreline with her foamy white caps
Sea takes
again white sand with her stormy wrath
Captures sea
creatures pushed to shore in her traps
Shore is wildly
blown from the wind in sea’s path
Violent rages
as she claims again her shore
Drowns all
- she commands nature its final bath
Those in
her salty wake feel her declared war
As the sea casts her spell
to even her score- Rhoda Galgiani
Author's Note:
Terza Rima Sonnet - This form of poetry has an eleven syllable count in each line
and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, ded, ee