Monsters troll the bottom of the sea.
I skim the surface, seeking placid waters.
Waves undulate, varying intensity.
I shimmy and dance along like a Sufi master whirling through droplets of water.
Ocean spray sparkles, radiating light.
Thunderheads approach, ominous.
Wind howls like the beasts lurking below.
Monsters troll the bottom of the sea.
Wordsmithing 
In moments
when I, too,
skim the surface
I gather myself
before I sink,
slowing down
to read the words
again with purpose
— a poetic response to your poem
🙂
Kevin
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Ooh! Thank you for the gift of your poetic words.
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Your words help us visualize what is happening. The senses are evoked. A hint of personification, “I shimmy snd dance…”. helps to ‘show’ not ‘tell’.
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Thank you
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I love how the danger and beauty coexist in your poem. You chose many powerful, evocative words: undulate, whirling, lurking!!
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Thank you
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I love the beginning and the end, “Monsters troll the bottom of the sea.” Beauty and darkness. I love your word choices.
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Thank you.
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Images of dark and light play with beauty and danger are intertwined in your poem. Enticing how they coexist!
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