Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Lonely, the sentinels of eternity

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.

12 comments:

  1. I thought of taking the stone's perspective too before settling on a travelers. Really gives the sense of timeless indifference...

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    1. Sense of timeless indifference ... These words are so potent ... Might use them somewhere ... Thank you so much

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  2. Nice to hear the stone's story. It was a nice touch!

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  3. "tidal dance" - love it. Very powerful! :)

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  4. I love the last breath of the waves. So much powerful imagery throughout.

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