Title: Sensing the elements
by Rebecca from Northern Ireland | in writing, poetry
A swishing and swirling in the sky.
Is it unseen, unheard, unnoticed?
Twirling and spinning like a lively ballerina.
Gliding ghostly in the night.
Numbing like ice on touching the skin.
Tasting crispy, light and refreshingly bland.
Some notice the pungent odour of a polluted world
But others just enjoy the sweet aroma of nature.
It ferociously roars like a boiling kettle
Yet flickers like a melting candle.
Warm and welcoming on a frosty evening.
Searching earnestly for evil to destroy.
Harmless or harmful who can tell?
Scorching orange warns of danger.
But so comforting, relaxing and peaceful.
In a cosy and restful abode.
Freshly flowing but gently meeting the awaiting sand.
Sounding peaceful, patient and quiet.
It's a place to retreat when of troubled mind.
Allowing problems to trickle silently back to the vast ocean.
Contented to let the tide come in and out as it pleases
Slipping refreshingly over the rocks
As it smoothes and caresses their rough edges.
Gently oozing the subtle fragrance of the surrounding algae.
Washing powder crumbles rapidly
As it gracefully passes through my open fingers.
Soft but gritty.
Sending a shiver through my spine.
But cleanliness isn't in its favour.
Dark and dirty, cold and damp.
Its grimy taste lingers until washed away.
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