Waves of Friendship

just words to help me realize that my time on campus was drawing to an end and one friend in particular would be greatly missed~~~

 

 

 

Our friendship,

        is like a tidal wave.

    I rushed in;

forcing myself,

                upon your shore;

          wanting to know you;

          ............  to touch your solid

shore of sand.

                       But, knowing~ 

                   that a short time later,

          my wave would have to creep away,

out to sea,

                   once more.

     Waves are constantly crashing in...

Futily trying

                  to merge with the shore.

         The two meet for an instant of time...

    the Beach is constant ~~

           the Wave retreats:

                           behind it,

                    fragments of its journey are

                                    deposited upon the sand.

The beach remains,

                  yearing for the friend ~                

      the wave,

                             to return.

          The bond is made.

                 the memories~~

                       the fragments are

             left to remind,

    the shore of the wave,

                 and the wave of the shore.

 

Reviews

[dante alexius]

great poem!
I like the diction the syntax and structure!

It's also a quite brilliant way to describe a ending friendship.

the wave will always know the beach and the beach the wave,
but as the shore experiences daily a million waves will have come and gone.

my favorite part is:

Waves are constantly crashing in...

Futily trying

to merge with the shore.
The two meet for an instant of time...

the Beach is constant ~~

the Wave retreats:

behind it,

fragments of its journey are

deposited upon the sand.

It flows neatly and it is a great transition to the ending lines of fragmented memories which are :

left to remind,

the shore of the wave,

and the wave of the shore.

thank you for sharing
-alexius

[R J Askew]

I like the notion and the execution, esp the visual effect. The poem is right and wise. Such is life and such are we, driven on and driven back, again and again. I reckon you nailed the situation down very accurately. I wonder if the beach ever read the poem?