Composed upon Porsforth Bridge

Natural disaster or creation
of glistening waves crashing to impress,
rocks now glisten from hits so effortless
onlookers pause in anticipation,
Signal the valley of desolation.
One great storm, now anything but distress
Just leaves off trees, does the five possess,
floating afar - visions of fixation.
Chills so warm, shocks like a collision,
the atmosphere calm though beyond is bleak
and never did it seem such a division,
until you look closer to each antique.
No price could pay to own such a vision,
Earths actions so odd; beauty so unique.

Reviews

[Anna]

Love it. But! It is a poem. every new line have to begin with a capital letter. Good punctuation.
Anyway, poem is brilliant. I like the rhythm.