The waves are clumsy,
they tumble over themselves,
crashing down with foam.
Struggling for a grip,
coming close to the sea shore,
but always ebbing back.
Somehow, I see that,
this is much like a big crush,
you are the clumsy wave...
...when you are in love.
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I live near the beach and I can see where this poem is leaading. I love the beach and the early morning tranquility of the waves breaking onto the shore. well done, I enjoyed the poem.
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I really like this. I've never read poetry that compared waves to love. I suppose it is true that love is just a topsy turvy as the ocean and sometimes just a fleeting but always return better and stronger than before.
ReplyDeleteWell written! I expecially like:
ReplyDelete"Struggling for a grip,
coming close to the sea shore,
but always ebbing back."
I love the visual.
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i didnt even think of that.... hmm intresting
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I suppose that is true about the waves......but sometimes i see them as in sync going through the motions of love maybe then pulling back scared and timid. I love your post it really made me think.
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