An Oceanic Sonnet

It rose from the Deep, churning violently,
Spewing forth its contents; mist, drops of spray,
Upwards (mostly), drenching, distractingly.
'Twas the day the sea took my slipper away.

So soft on the skin in the mornings bright,
Cold, liquid invigoration; Cleansing.
Yet through ancient stone of unequalled might,
It cuts and scrapes, a brutal dispensing.

Too lazy, am I, to write four more lines,
And so you must bear,
With these words of mine.

So mighty a force, there is none rather,
So satiate the beast! Throw in the other!


10 syllables.
Iambic pentameter...?

Not quite.


Ahmad 15 December 2008 at 10:39 pm  

Ok, so I'll explain the story here HAHA. So we went to Kiama blowhole right (go Google it) and the water shot up and everyone was screaming and then the water came and took one of my slippers away. Into the ocean. Waves smashing on rocks. And so I threw the other one in. The End.

Amna 17 December 2008 at 8:30 pm  

LMAO. You nutcase.

I have not seen/talked to you in FOREVER. Cue withdrawal symptoms =<

Ahmad 23 December 2008 at 2:34 am  


I'm a very bad friend, I know. I'll see you around at uni pretty soon!