A little poem

I wrote this little ditty at some point over the summer with BAM...and I've been meaning to post it here but kept loosing it in piles of paper until I founding it my most recent room cleaning and am now quite excited to show it.

The writing exercise that I gave them asked them to use a phrase and a picture to do a creative writing piece, the phrase was "This is the face of..." and then there was a picture of a ship in a harbor. Looking back, it's not as awesome as I had thought it was, but I think perhaps I was more excited to have busted this out in ten minutes than about the quality itself.


This is the face of briny brilliance,
A salty serenade to lives lost and hemorrhaging memories,
The crisp crack of crustacean claws,
Clamoring for safety,
A last cry for help,
And its then that I know these mysterious creatures of the sea are not so different from ourselves,

This is the face of seaweed sinews,
The kind that survive the tirades of waters meant to brutalize brick wals,
These limbs have clung to the edge,
Whil i vocalized my own version of click-clacky claws,
Grasping only for the hope,
Of a rope made of synthetic substitutes,
For the fibers of festering fragility,

This is the face of rocking resilliance,
The calcium carbonic manifestations of structures not meant for 9 to 5 chains,
I've made my bargain with my make,
My reckless abandon for the favor of fresh catch on our deck,
This sea and I, we breath the same salty scourge and know we are inevitable.