My first Terza Rima poem.
Now I am out beyond the shore,
Plunging and persisting to keep waves at bay,
Seashells sweet in hand, sand fills my chest with a roar.
Stars again announce a way,
I wish to be careless, but ’tis to drown,
To – like stars – call it just another day.
For ’tis not peace I have found,
But raging waves and exhausted dreams,
Which one day will bring seashell sweet.
A. Faith.
