I have been writing poems and short stories since I was in elementary school. This is one of my poems the rare Larimar.
Can you hear the wind howling?
Can you hear the waves churning?
See the people drowning.
Feel souls yearning.
On this stormy stone they beg for release.
See people running.
Hear waves crashing on the beach.
Watch the lava glowing.
Hear the people screech.
Burnt souls begging for release.
Hear the dolphin call.
Watch them exhale air.
See them crest and fall.
Watch their blowholes flair.
They all call for release.
Smoke scorching the surface.
Tide cooling the stone.
Making it smooth and perfect.
With an inner glow,
Julia Rose (author) from Japan on October 25, 2017:
Can you elaborate what you mean by that?
Rebecca Swafford from Texas on October 24, 2017:
It feels like an anxious poem.