She

She conquers
she soothes,
she can be angry
or calm
wild,
windswept,
or the loneliest  place on earth.

She can kill
or be kind,
provide fuel for the world
and the choicest gastronomic delights . . .
she is a playground
for the rich
and poor.

In the same moment
she serves
pleasure in one place,
in another
she
serves
pain.

Some spend a lifetime
living on her doorstep,
others spend a lifetime
never
seeing
her
face.

To all races on earth
she is something different
or the same . . .
she,
is
the
sea.

Corinne Fenton

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  1. Kaye Baillie What a nice start to the day. Lovely poem, Corinne.
    October 13, 2011 at 6:39 am · Reply
  2. Gabrielle Wang Beautiful, Corinne.
    October 13, 2011 at 7:53 am · Reply
  3. Claire Lovely Corinne. Hope you're doing some holidaying on/by/in the sea.
    October 13, 2011 at 4:55 pm · Reply
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    Chris Bell So evocative. Such a sense the writer is right there watching and feeling. Love this poem, Corinne. Chris.
    October 14, 2011 at 8:34 pm · Reply

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