Secret
Sea embellished this rock
knobby sharp
worn into a thousand prickly cups
filled with foam sand brine
bone
Tall dark grass invades
no strategy no scouts
just an inherent understanding
of weak spots
and a flexibility
born of eons
There in a small tidal pool
still wildflower-shaped warm
lie starfish of an orange
so bright
sun bends his knee
to hear their pulsing
secret.
7 thoughts on "Secret"
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I really enjoyed reading through the structure of this poem.
Thank you!
You have demonstrated the importance of line breaks and personify the sun expertly…
Thanks!
Your poem is so lush with imagery, and a sense of whimsy and wonder. What a oy!
I meant to type “What a joy!” not “oy.”
Thank you so much, Karen! Glad you liked it.