Infinitely

Infinitely

A Poem by Charles
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There's something that pulls at us...

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Riding on a ripple's wave
this new thought echoes through
Resonant images rolling from within
eroding Cape Overlook with the Sea of New

And as the tides are compelled by the Moon
insight wears away the stones of the soul
The gravity can never be taken for granted
no visible forces ever have quite the pull

The changes are as old as the landscapes of time
ever refreshing itself with a familiar newness
Slowly offering a whole new view of sight
to the heart and spirit that watch the shore

A life they know of, through their eyes
each moment relives itself continuously
With every crash of every wave on the coast
comes a broader understanding of the rhythm

Their amenity is absolute and necessary
for they may be two but they learn as one
And attentively is how they truly need be
to truly see the changes throughout eons

In their eyes, they know of what life is
taking pleasure in this timeless lore
Soaking in the crash of a wave
that rode in on a ripple.

© 2010 Charles


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I like how you caught the rhythm of the sea and the waves that traverse it ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


Now this is a poets dream write.
Beautifully structured throughout.


Posted 14 Years Ago


Very nice, the imagery you created is fantastic. Although the rhyme could have made a huge difference, I still enjoyed it a lot. Well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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your metaphors was really creativity..I love the emotional pull you have on the reader..I was smitten..your description phrases was very vivid too.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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