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TIDAL PANTOMIME.
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NATURE The sea grumbles on the shore,
Sighing...then relaxing; retiring
From an ajaxed beach,
Leaving its deposit of redundant shells
To the sun's indifferent care.
Angry waves baying at the cliff face
Roar challenge,
Gnashing with foam-flecked mouths
At the impenetrable barrier
Of defiant, stolid rocks;
Then, falling back defeated,
Gathering strength for the next onslaught.
Predatory gulls, intrinsic beachcombers,
Swagger importantly on the thirsty sand,
Croaking crossly their grievances
At the meagre fare.
A necklace of seaweed intermingles
With discarded plastic, string and empty bottles,
Obscene offal, vomited up
By the incensed breakers
To offend the pristine beach.
Waves with white lace frills
Sweep landwards,
Unravelling and fraying at the water's edge;
Then,having been gathered up and mended,
They again disintergrate on the strand...
A never-ending tidal pantomime.
To me this poem speaks of human emotions. All the little things add up to one giant feeling. When it's rampaging around, one is ready to scream, give up, go insane.. It's demonstrated throughout your poem or maybe I read too deeply into it.
You have a talent for writing scenes so visually, that one can actually experience, hear and feel! This is a very rare talent indeed.