When bladder, like the sea, is full
and gravity exerts its pull,
what pleasure when relief’s applied,
thank goodness for the ebbing tide.
-
Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: November 6th, 2020 01:40
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
Offline)
Comments6
That ebbing tide is becoming more frequent Michael.
Andy
Ohh, from a hymn 'Immortal love, forever full' there is a line 'A never ebbing tide'. Erm, no relation to this theme. Oops!
You know Bradder (Bradley) Berles?!
Ohh, from a hymn 'Immortal love, forever full' there is a line 'A never ebbing tide'. Erm, no relation to this theme. Oops!
You know Bradder (Bradley) Berles?!
When old age creeps up on us, inevitably
and those thundering steps - to salvage
what pride we have left
become a nightly routine,
I'll remember your last line:
'thank goodness for the ebbing tide'...
lol, good write Michael, those menacing twisters in your picture are a fitting image of the pressure forces depicted in your write
Hello Michael,
Poignant and good.
Thank you for the picture it aligns beautifully with your write.
Keep writing ✍ and safe during lockdown.
FineB
Ha ha!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.