Ocean

Washed up treasures

coated in a briny rind

even feathers bring it home

salty seaside perfume lingers

but mostly it’s the sand

that sticks with you

the constant scratch of the tide

Stand there all day

feet sinking, casting your words

toward the deep

hands waving offerings

to the gulls

That billowing roar

swallows it all

It’s the rhythm that remains

a drowning current

in your heart

long after you’ve returned

to the land

I bought one of those poetry prompt books that has themes and word associations. I’ve been having fun playing around with it, trying to use the words provided in a way they might not have intended. Do you write the poem, or does the poem write itself?