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Wave
Lone brave wave upon the ocean
Adrift midst endless sea and sky
Do you ponder your existence?
Or merely swell, then crest and die
What’s Life’s purpose?I’ve no notion
Adrift midst pointless dreams and sighs
At Life’s end dissolves all pretense All lies depart as Night draws nigh
Such poignant words conveyed with real emotions felt throughout this beautiful write.
"Do you ponder your existence"
"Or merely swell, then crest and die"
I loved your use of metaphor here, the thought of been a lost soul out at sea is a very sad thought indeed.
All four verses, with precisely the same rhyme scheme, a stylistic innovation that nearly eluded me. Echoes the incessant repitition of the wave, formed by forces in the depths of the seas both uncomprehended and uncomprehending, nor even visible until it approaches the shallows. The currents change season to season, tide to tide, millenium upon millenium, and each distinct wave breaks heedlessly upon the expended spume of the last. Unceasing and undiminished, self-refreshing power. You have filled my eyes with ocean water, and my heart with a thousand unrelated feelings. Thank you sir, for this awakening of my sea-soul!
When one sits and ponders purpose, direction in life, indeed a self analysis may occur, and to compare all to a single ocean wave seems perfectly feasible as you note questions, conditions likened to the rolling of the wave, asking for the serene wave to teach not to cry, but rather peace, to have contentment for days remaining, to be humble and not ruled by self-ego, and as part of this not to even ask why!
Your observations are remarkable, and even more so the expert way you have penned all to verse! As the wave rolls in and back out again, so does the coherence of your thoughts touch our minds!
Excellent!!
Best Regards.....and thanks for the pleasure of reading and critiquing another memorable poem!
Sheila
I see the contemplation of life and death here and I quite understand the metaphor. But really, we are only teardrops in the vast churning oceans of blue-green brine. Our saltiness is an attribute given to us from the source; the same cosmic ocean from whence we came. There is nothing to be feared in returning to the beginning; after all, all rivers run to the sea. Excellent write, thank you for sharing this with me.
Rick,
I am a woman who feels the waves in her veins. Growing up with the ocean as her playground and best friend, I feel and understand this piece so well.
The power of the water as it surges to shore, retreating out to the vast expanse of places faraway.
This is beautifully written and reads soft and powerful all at the same time. Mimics the waves...
So what's the most important thing to say about myself? I guess the overarching aspect of my personality is that I am a scientist, an astrophysicist to be precise. Not that I am touting science.. more..