violent sunrise on the island

[Brownlie]

A poem I wrote after a Long Beach trip. Looking for feedback/criticism on, like, everything! I've never been on a site that gives actual feedback and I really appreciate how things work here. Note: let me know if the no-caps style works or doesn't. Fire away

I'm going to do by my best with this one, but I'm not so good at critiquing this type of poem. You seem to use some sort of dwindling pattern that I don't recognize.

violent sunrise on the island -- Long Beach is
not an island, but Catalina is. As an interesting note about the area the various derricks and cement stacks are quite a disturbing site yet they can appear aesthetically pleasing in a way.

as the white moon roared over the mountains -- I'm a fan of roared because I think it sounds dramatic, but the moon doesn't make any sounds. In this case, the metaphorical language is somewhat shallow.
and the black sky slid down toward the sea
my silent footsteps screamed the words at me -- I love a good oxymoron
a violent sunrise is on the way
and nature's never been -- This is good enjambment
more dear to me
than now
I answered back, threw my thoughts --Not sure about this, unless you throwing your thoughts is related to a physical instance of scrawled writing on the sand or something the idea seems like it must have been done before.
across the sand
and shattered them on the horizon
watched them fall among the trees near shore
and heard the roots beneath me rustle -- How do roots rustle?

foreign land shifted around me
and here, hours from home
i felt glorious and alone
as the blue sun rose up from the water
and the waves crashed down at my feet
and the violent sunrise was over
leaving daylight
clear skies
and me

That's quite a sunrise!

I think you do a lot right here you seem to have some symmetry which I often lack, but I think the content could be deeper. I could have missed some things though. It was a good poem.