Against
the coast waves crash
to batter rugged rocks
that box their need for freedom in,
for though the seas encompass space so vast,
there is this place waves can't forge past,
thus this confining cage
they're left to rage
against.
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Author Notes
The rictameter is a poem of 9 lines with syllable count of 2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2. The first and last lines must include the same two syllable word. This is the eighth poem I've written in a series of rictameters that all begin and end with a two syllable preposition.
Even the Pacific Ocean, with an area of 60,100,000 square miles, has a beginning and end, but the desire for freedom, as waves illustrate, is infinite.
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