violent sunrise on the island

[rowens]

The words in bold in your poem seem the weakest to me.

as the white moon roared over the mountains
and the black sky slid down toward the sea
my silent footsteps screamed the words at me
a violent sunrise is on the way
and nature's never been
more dear to me
than now

I like how the sentence steps down and the lines get smaller...


i answered back, threw my thoughts
across the sand
and shattered them on the horizon

then jump out again, and crossing the sand pulls down a little.

watched them fall among the trees near shore
and heard the roots beneath me 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

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There is more in the poem that I wouldn't call weak but that could be much better.