Poem 6 in the ProCrasstheNation Poemvember Poetry Project, was inspired by a beach bum I met in writing group last year. Waves are everywhere. Thank you, Michelle A for pointing me in the direction of the natural rhythm…
Waves are falling into me,
with which I can’t compete.
Waves are pouring over me,
whilst walking down the street.
Waves are passing through me,
when I sit amongst the thieves.
Waves ebbing earth’s eternity,
weathering earned defeats.
Waves drowning me in sorrow,
Waves receding ’til tomorrow,
Waves keeping a heart’s rhythm,
wresting life, from the great void.
Waves googling algorithms,
Waves waver worthwhile wonders,
winding, writhing, wild wind.
Waves wreaking wrathful whispers,
wrestling winsome words within.