Lurking Darkness
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
Who thinks of darknesses and shadows at
The beach? Its sand and sun compete to make
It bright. They neither want a finish matte
Or dull. The waves plunge white, and foam, and break
Against the grains that glisten if the eye
Peers close enough. The sunburn air clamps down
On roasting beauties stretched beneath the sky.
Beneath the surface of their skin a frown
Of trauma starts to sting as if instead
Of laziness hard work is on their minds.
A young man shifts his thigh. A blonde pink head
Adjusts itself. It puts on sunglass blinds.
..The Portugese man o’ war has spread black
….Of agony beside its purple sack.