Ebb and Flow

The tide ebbs and flows,

To the tune of the Master's hand,

In and out,

In and out,

The waves crash and pull,

The currents spins, rolls,

My body, rampant,

Sea life flows, courses,

Through orifices and pores,

My fissures, my vents,

Nibbling, greedy,

On skin, my tissues,

Muscles and organs,

I stare at them, lifeless.

The tide ebbs and flows.

Reviews

[Stanley Wilson]

lovely poem

[Jesse the Writer]

Thank you, Stanley.

[Kerri Hart]

beautifully done
very impressed

[Jesse the Writer]

Thank you K.J Pennington.

[Kerri Hart]

no problem