The Salty Sea and Other Poems

By Karen Lee

The Salty Sea

Marking the closing of the day,
The ball of fire descends down 
Until the jewel reaches the horizon,
The birds dance their final dance.

The gentle breeze strengthens at shore,
The waves kiss the shore farewell,
The scent of the salty sea 
Surfing on the winds, whispering goodbye.

The clouds engulf the crimson light,
The hues blending until it’s black;
Silence falls, stars twinkle bright,
Leaving a silhouette of the moment. 

Amidst

Amidst the veil of the forest green,
Where ancient trees towered together in a mystical land,
The unspoken presence, the serene harmony,
The bond with nature, all existed in routine.
The earth breathed life as the creatures danced,
With a grace that could sting and a lewk that nothing could compare,
There existed a force of life that nothing could tear.
It was a beacon of hope, a vision of beauty, a dream of peace,
Greater than copernicium. 

But outside this haven, as there always is,
A darkness crept with a thirst for power and a hunger that consumed.
The dox on this world led to a clash of worlds,
A battle of fate, a fight for survival against the greed of mankind,
Far greater than what could be imagined in the makerspace. 
But at the end, a glimmer of hope shone, 
As the heart of nature, the bond that sustains, is greater than any bro-ey,
And leaves a legacy of harmony between creatures and the earth. 
This is what we have to fight to protect.

Against the embers that glow in the night,
Underneath the scarlet fall of the sun,
It’s the rose in nature,
The hue that tickles the nose stronger than the fragrance.

Sometimes the inferno sheds the color onto your face,
But sometimes it’s the cheeks of falling in love.
It’s the warmth that flows to the tips of your hands,
Paintings of the horizon through the reflections of your eyes.

Whisper

The flowers whisper,
Painting the dark trees in pink,
Spraying the sweet scent. 

The seashore whispers,
Meeting the edge of your feet,
Kissing you hello.

Hi, the rain whispers,
Plodding down on the window,
I won’t stay for long.

When the fields turn white,
And footsteps draw on the snow,
The crinkles whisper.

Karen Lee is a student at Chadwick International in Seoul, South Korea, who has an unquenchable passion for both writing and drawing. In preparation for her future academic endeavors, she is diligently compiling her writing portfolio and has recently received an acceptance to Iowa Young Writer’s Studio, a distinguished program that identifies and nurtures emerging writing talent.