poetry 101

I wrote this a while ago, it's a nod to one of my favorite poets.



Long live the brambles and seafins yet,
under the waves they sleep
I left my home and all the rest
to capture the wet and the wilderness

Of what the wily sea floor left?
It beats a sound retreat--
A windpuff and the frothy wreath
stolen from under my feet

Webs of softly green and light
fold us into its creases-
Let them be left, the green and light
to sweep our thoughts beneath

Long live the brambles and seafins yet
under the waves they sleep
Interred by man they greet no one
but those who swim out to see them