Poem -
Tides
Life's magic..
What makes..
the water come...
What makes the gentle ripple
surge and overcome..
What silent power forces the
wave after wave..
to overturn..
Why does it run..
after me..and I leap
back like a child..
I'm lost on some continent.
in an ancient world..
where life from
the Ocean, was born..
and the ripples go on..
and on for eternity..
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Comments
I'm always afraid of the power of water...xx
Pauline I love this...reflective and deep...just like I'm in your brain listening to your thoughts as you walk along the beach...the kind of poetry I love but fail miserably at...pinned 🧡
( I was running backwards like a kid..took 60 years off me..I also returned to the promenade walking backwards..for some reason, your feet work better like that on sand...why fight it...)