sylviasearcher

Wild

Girl fled the river

Tired of endlessness

She tossed her stones to the wildest sea

It rose up and told her, you can just be!

 

She watched in awe at the mighty strength

Powered not by mankind, but ancient moon

She let the waves rise and fall

Patient as she heard it call.

 

She soaked up the mighty beauty

Overwhelmed by her own absence of beautiful mightyness

Why would the ocean greet her so

Allow her to exist within its ebb and flow?

 

She pondered the path which led her here

Granted gift of friend to kindred soul

How the mild and meak

Such a strength in wild woman could seek.

 

Girl fled the river

Tired of endlessness

She tossed her masks into the wildest sea

They laughed and danced and sang just be!

 

 

Comments7

  • FineB

    Wow sylviasearcher!

    A powerful, vivid poem!

    Wonderful!

    Keep writing
    FineB

    • sylviasearcher

      Thanks fine b.

      I think I need to add some cake but then it would be like that annoying pop song which my son tells me does not mean eating cake by the ocean? 🤔

    • Michael Edwards

      Super work - it goes well with Fay's posting today. Enjoyed.

      • sylviasearcher

        Thank you michael
        Perhaos some penguins, cake and sea. Sounds like perfect nonsense to me!

      • Poetic Dan

        Love the musical ending. Brilliantly done

      • Joe Dawson

        Powered by the tide, go with it, 'just be' or be swept away. A weighty lesson here I think. Does cake float? I ask because in Sorrento every meal at the Alpha Hotel ends in cake - I think it must. Joe

      • sylviasearcher

        I have not tested this but based on my vast experience of cake... I think most would float!

        What are you doing at the alpha hotel in Sorrento?

      • OldPine

        Beautiful . “She watched in awe at the mighty strength

        Powered not by mankind, but ancient moon”

        Love how this simplifies life that we all forget to much these days.

      • Neville

        that's one of the beauties of the ocean.. it can be whatever you want it to be.. I am so glad I live near it...
        She tossed her masks into the wildest sea

        They laughed and danced and sang just be.... let it be.. I say.. Neville

        • sylviasearcher

          But what do we let be and what do we let the ocean wash away?

          Thanks for reading...

          Not one of my best...

          • Neville

            subjectivity is not an objective in my book... maybe not, but I have a long way to go yet and I liked it.. N



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