The sea knows
loss, its ancient suspirations inhale
terra firma grit by grit
The sea knows
abyssal hobgoblins well up
from their deep-rutted trenches
even on sunshiny days
they manifest their stinking grotesquery
on sabulous shores
The sea knows
violence
never sleeps
is always sighing
Like you the sea knows
some things
are worse
than dying.
© 2018 Karen Price
beeblu blog 
Not often I come across a word so apt but totally unknown to me — thanks for your sabulous shore!
. . . she sells sea shells on a shelving sabulous sea shore . . .
Well, that’s good!
The sea reflects man’s failures.
And the turmoil in the human soul.
A beautiful poem and I do believe nature so well knows some things better than we. Love it when you do write.
Thanks, Renee. I’m not doing much writing at the moment.
I like this very much, Bluebee.
Thank you, Monica xx
Very evocative poem – love the ending 😯
Thanks, Gabe.