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Hello, fellow YWSers! 
I haven't posted for a while, and I was feeling guilty, so here goes.
I kind of wrote this back at the start of the year, for English. We were doing poetry, and were supposed to be writing metaphor poems - but I kind of left it to the last minute. So I wrote most of this propped up in bed by several pillows, almost falling asleep every second line. I didn't quite stick toothpicks between my eyelids to keep them open, but it was a close-run thing.
So forgive me if it's not quite as polished as it should be.
I haven't posted for a while, and I was feeling guilty, so here goes.I kind of wrote this back at the start of the year, for English. We were doing poetry, and were supposed to be writing metaphor poems - but I kind of left it to the last minute. So I wrote most of this propped up in bed by several pillows, almost falling asleep every second line. I didn't quite stick toothpicks between my eyelids to keep them open, but it was a close-run thing.
So forgive me if it's not quite as polished as it should be.
I know that I will be quite fine:
I like to come here all the time.
I sit upon my favourite rock
Above the steep and lethal drop
And close my eyes and think of all
The beauty of the ocean’s call.
It really is amazing
How the ocean, never failing,
Strikes awe into the hearts of those
Who tire of writing sums and prose.
The churning peaks of frothy white
Swoop to the sky and out of sight
Then plunge back down and fade into
Fathomless depths of midnight blue.
Three costumes for the times of day:
Three cloaks it dons and throws away.
First, spangled robes of silver glass
To wear as birds go flitting past,
And children play upon the sand
Or watch as the ocean waves her hand
At the sky above, the beauty who
Has eyes of periwinkle blue.
Next, clothed in folds of molten gold
As the shadows stretch to lengths untold
And the polished golden orb of day
Follows its own secret way
Behind the hilly fields and trees,
Fading with the gentle breeze.
Last, a mantle black as death
Steals from Man his very breath:
The ocean’s tears now lap the quay
And mourn day’s merry face away,
Expecting she who, come when will,
Should wash away this deathly still.
And still I sit and hear the waves
Sighing soft through coves and caves;
I see the birds go soaring by –
Is it sorrow in their cry?
And feel the wind upon my brow
Gently brush away my frown.
Is there a ship there out at sea
That might have extra room for me?
Or am I doomed to waiting here,
Until my sense or Death appear?
And as I stand beneath the sky
My heart gives out a silent cry
For anyone who might be there
To carry me away from here.
I like to come here all the time.
I sit upon my favourite rock
Above the steep and lethal drop
And close my eyes and think of all
The beauty of the ocean’s call.
It really is amazing
How the ocean, never failing,
Strikes awe into the hearts of those
Who tire of writing sums and prose.
The churning peaks of frothy white
Swoop to the sky and out of sight
Then plunge back down and fade into
Fathomless depths of midnight blue.
Three costumes for the times of day:
Three cloaks it dons and throws away.
First, spangled robes of silver glass
To wear as birds go flitting past,
And children play upon the sand
Or watch as the ocean waves her hand
At the sky above, the beauty who
Has eyes of periwinkle blue.
Next, clothed in folds of molten gold
As the shadows stretch to lengths untold
And the polished golden orb of day
Follows its own secret way
Behind the hilly fields and trees,
Fading with the gentle breeze.
Last, a mantle black as death
Steals from Man his very breath:
The ocean’s tears now lap the quay
And mourn day’s merry face away,
Expecting she who, come when will,
Should wash away this deathly still.
And still I sit and hear the waves
Sighing soft through coves and caves;
I see the birds go soaring by –
Is it sorrow in their cry?
And feel the wind upon my brow
Gently brush away my frown.
Is there a ship there out at sea
That might have extra room for me?
Or am I doomed to waiting here,
Until my sense or Death appear?
And as I stand beneath the sky
My heart gives out a silent cry
For anyone who might be there
To carry me away from here.
