Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Leo Cabrillo Beach

The rocks emerge from the fog,
shouldered giants slumped
in the surf. Gray waves
smother them, foam
and seethe at their ears,
as if winter and the pestering sea
was their lost war, roiling
across their eternally buried knees.

2 Comments:

At Saturday, March 06, 2010 8:58:00 AM, Blogger Imola said...

Dear Mr. Struloeff,

I do not mean to intrude, yet could I have your opinion (as director of a creative writing program) on some lyrical texts?
I have given a few lines in the post scriptum.
Thank you for your time,
Sincerely,
Imola

P.S. 'Wipe your eyes [...] The sea is calling us to life And is now drawing us away from sin...'

 
At Wednesday, April 14, 2010 4:21:00 PM, Blogger Imola said...

I could actually get used to reading poetry online...it is amazing the things that one can find...amazing blog...

 

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