From tame wavelets to wild and potent swells,
Waves, big and small, all die at my feet,
Their last breath etched on my surface forever,
Scarred, I stand tall, proud and lone,
Watching this tidal dance of rising crests and falling troughs.
Waves, big and small, all die at my feet,
Their last breath etched on my surface forever,
Scarred, I stand tall, proud and lone,
Watching this tidal dance of rising crests and falling troughs.
Very powerful imagery!
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DeleteI thought of taking the stone's perspective too before settling on a travelers. Really gives the sense of timeless indifference...
ReplyDeleteSense of timeless indifference ... These words are so potent ... Might use them somewhere ... Thank you so much
DeleteNice to hear the stone's story. It was a nice touch!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
Delete"tidal dance" - love it. Very powerful! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Laura
DeleteI love the last breath of the waves. So much powerful imagery throughout.
ReplyDeleteThank you for such kind words
DeleteLoved the rising crests line!
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