Wavy waves of life
These wavy waves of life
My destiny in your hands?
To the North I saw black darkness
To the West I dreamt bloody Red
To the south I swallowed the blue bellows
Anti-clock-wising waves
Now home, partial home,
Unending blues, revealing revelations,
Hurting truths, evil shadows
Debilitating reflections!
Waves of excitement or darkness
Waves, ever shocking waves
My eastern Home Here I come.
May my Sun Arise. May These Waves Abate
May my Grace Abound
May my Glory Manifest and Reveal
Life certainly does have its ups and downs like we are on a raft in those waves. Well done. I couldn't help adding a line in my mind after the reference to the south:
To the east, I dug holes for the dead.
Sorry that is so dismal, but that's what your poem evoked in my mind.
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To the east, I dug holes for the dead.
Sorry that is so dismal, but that's what your poem evoked in my mind.
Ron