Ebb and Flow of Being

Ebb and Flow of Being

A Poem by Beau Maysey

Bit of a philosophical, deep-reaching piece, which hopefully doesn't sound pretentious or anything of the sort...

Tiny daisy whirligigs,
Perched between the shadows, still;
Silly flowers do not know-
In darkness only absence grows.

Crickets sing their serenades,
In the depths of hidden glades,
Synchronizing passion calls-
Sweet relentless rise and fall.

© 2015 Beau Maysey

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Beautifully written! Simply stunning, short and captivating rhyming perfectly, I especially love -

"Crickets sing their serenades,
In the depths of hidden glades, "

Congratulations a wonderful work of art keep writing!

Posted 9 Years Ago

I actually didn't got the real meaning hidden inside it but still certainly I loved the way it flowed with depth

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on January 12, 2015
Last Updated on January 13, 2015


Beau Maysey
Beau Maysey

St. Pete, FL

Hey, I'm Beau, and these little autobiography section always irked me yet I understand their function and significance. I live in St. Pete, go to college at Eckerd College, study creative writing as a.. more..