The New Wave Castaway

A swan song of sorts.

January 19, 2o1o / 2:22 am

Hovering over the
Big divide, I plunge
Down and ride up
Again, feeling the
Rub of currents.
The free fall shock
To the system.
I soar. Sometime
Later the other
Side is reached.
I sigh. A journey
Riding waves, my
Body the result of
Separation, my mind
Of hesitation.

If I am reeling,
Are you sinking?
Product or result?

Reviews

[Colin Stewart]

MY GOD THIS IS AWESOME STUFF AND I AM ON FIRE BECAUSE OF IT. I CAN SEE THAT WORDS LOVE YOU AND YOU LOVE WORDS.
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[Neeeks!]

This is a really good poem. It took me a few lines before I got the beat down, but that usually takes me a while anyway, haha. I look forward to reading more of your work. Keep up the good work. :)

~Neeeks ♥

[there is no more from m..]

wow a grate poem

[RAWR!]

this is cool ^_^

[.]

well, I can see I need to read some more of your words...reminds me of someone I know real well (hmmm)...I like words that require a good pondering and these do
so I shall...I am certain I will have more to say

Peace, R

[nostal]

Speechless.
Don't really have anything else to say.

[Lola Nation]

Nice - takes you fully into the riptide of the poem.

[Alicante lullaby]

Val,loved it,just loved the soaring,sinking,concentrated,diluted taste of it,,,

[Chirinos20]

A beautiful poem. The poem is short but great nonetheless. The last stanza makes me thing the most. Great job!!!

[cest la vie]

I always love your pieces..
when I grow up I want to write like you..
:-)