sea poem with out using the words blue/ocean/sea

there are so many different shades of you,

but when i concentrate, i can't seperate them

there are no lines just creases & turbulence.

you are restless.

for eons you've been sitting there,

waiting, for what?

you can tear down cities &

capture hearts, you are the mouth of god &

the grave of brave silent men.

you don't need to climb cliffs, you just

tear them down.

you are the path of best fit &

you never have to climb.

just content to sit there below all of us,

above the crust.

swallow me whole,

when i am old

observation #1

There is a man over there

who can't figure out

why oh why,

my friends and I

are writing in public.

Now he is talking to his friend

about it and

trying to figure out why

we are writing.

Why am I writing?

To observe this man's puzzled observation.

challenge no. 1

every garment was riddled by the holes burnt by flying sparks.

the fireflies danced in their weary eyes even though they were sleeping,

reddened by smoke

they awoke

& saw dazzling snow

every face was smeared with blood

and every belly was full

but by that evening the desperate hunger had

returned and another to go

and so they drank to it

and did not cease until

they were satisfied

and like from an opium haze

they saw they saw the next day's light all twisted &

red

which upset them, as it reminded them.

unspoken, one by one,

of their crime.

challenge no. 7

what is this note

a note of sadness

a note of love

a note of words

curds and whey

whey and curds

what a dove love

little miss muffet

sat on a tuffet

her sadness gone