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…

Enjoy…

“Waves”

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,
willful arrogance.
Waves receding ’til tomorrow,
wishful circumstance.

Waves keeping a heart’s rhythm,
wresting life, from the great void.
Waves googling algorithms,
withstanding cyber-noise.

Waves waver worthwhile wonders,
winding, writhing, wild wind.
Waves wreaking wrathful whispers,
wrestling winsome words within.