Broken Upon the Shore

By RedWolf

The sea it hides a thousand deeds
Its depths will hide a thousand more
Songs of valour and tales of woe
Lie desolate on the ocean floor

Remains of those gone long before
Braving journeys on the endless waves
Or those that met a more grisly fate
Possessing a thing another man craves

The moon will rise and the tides will turn
Revealing bones stripped to the core
But theres nothing, just another shell
Washed up and broken upon the shore

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Published on Sunday, September 9, 2018. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

This one doesn't feel quite "finished", but thought I would share in any event

Comments on "Broken Upon the Shore"

On Monday, September 10, 2018, Dejected_Worth (81) wrote:

The sea is a cruel mistress. You captured the feeling well, well done
On Sunday, September 9, 2018, Dilated View (582) wrote:

I really enjoyed the concept of this. It's amazing how little of the ocean floor has been explored. I'm sure that over the next few thousand years these things will be found and maybe they'll think that those that came before them were curious explorers. Interesting read!
On Sunday, September 9, 2018, Tagen (112) wrote:

What a lovely title! The words that followed are equally as beautiful. Thanks for posting. :)