The Ocean gets much colder sometimes And the waves weaker and smaller But still takes without hesitation Another load ashore Of sea bamboo restless It takes a little longer On a different shoulder But bring its load Safe ashore yes safe Oh! Twilight flow of sea Your some day waves curls and folds Alongside two seagulls wander Me lonesome lover of the sea For eternity your ebb and flow Sulking widow of the ocean Dressed in black in mind Oh! God beside You Moving waters I miss my man next to me Where did he go Will he be back To walk my beach With me some day Like ebb and Flow Hand in hand Would he??
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
Tinks your syles are just getting better and better.
Many thanks for your help too.
Whenever I see one I think of you....lol
Very beautiful! Your poem is as mesmerizing as the ebb and flow of the waves. Thank you for sharing this treasure.
Cynthia
So masterfully composed - your pen is shear poetry in motion my friend!!
Blessings,
Robert
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Hugs, Carole
wonderful poetry Tinka..
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Love,Eileen
A most beautiful poem, Tinka.