I wrote this three years ago today when I visited Myrtle Beach.  The waves brought this poem out of my creativity.

Oh what thrashing waters crash down with no repent.

Long are the dogged days ceaselessly spent

Waiting for whispering words to be truly answered with no relent,

Windswept hopes wonderfully wrapped up in timeless tides from a gallant gent.

The seminal sea holds the mystical message – what is groundbreakingly and sincerely meant.

Will the white capped, thundering waves find peace to be sent?

Only the precious patience of the longing love may assent

As she hungrily awaits for the riotous wind to painlessly die away and finally provide her with serene content.

7/11/2014

As the golden arcs of oats gleamed bright,

The sun awakened from an endless night.

The sweeping tide devastatingly washed away all intended paths,

Only to reveal the shiny, sun-kissed shells having baths.

She rises up from a cold, dark, wet slumbering bed,

Only to reveal her dire secrets and still to be filled with dread.

Love everlasting is her desire alas,

But her doomed fate has already been unfortunately cast.

High-pitched shrills of angelic streams of patterned notes cry

For her true love to longingly hear, to hurriedly find her, and to release his sigh.

She uncontrollably beckons forth for her dashing mate,

Little does he know of his untimely fate.

~6/2014