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You are the wave which crashes my shore, washing my substance far off to sea; You are the wind which batters my door, deluging undertow, wearing down Me. You find it odd that my road cannot bear the weight which it should, and so you fume; You count it strange that my countenance wears a…
You
are the wave
which crashes my shore,
washing my substance far off to sea;
You
are the wind
which batters my door,
deluging undertow, wearing down Me.
You
find it odd
that my road cannot bear
the weight which it should, and so you fume;
You
count it strange
that my countenance wears
a funeral pall, like a runaway tomb.
You
still deny
what your actions have done,
your heart, calloused over, waxes blind;
You
will still try
with your bullying run
to make sure that my path’s undermined.
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I assume the triangles were intentional. I will remember that next year when we do poetry. I tried to make sense of the pattern, but appear to miss something.
It’s all visual – it was the ‘waves’ I was after, the undulations that would simulate the crash of the water.
You might have been going for visual but it actually worked with the rhythm too 🙂 building up to a crescendo each time and then receding.
Like the (undermined) photo too.
Thanks! I was going for a surf type of feel – glad that it came through!
Such a beautiful poem, full of love and emotions! I presume it’s for your beloved husband 🙂
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Nope – for me it has a different meaning. But it sure is fun to hear what other people think of my words! 🙂
This is too good! This really meant something to me personally as it so effortlessly explained things I felt many years ago! Wonderful words!!
Wow. Thanks so much, Peter, for your encouraging and heart-felt words… I guess that’s what connects humans together- we have such a wide range of emotional reactions, yet at their core, no matter the circumstances, we can relate on some level.
It’s a great Shape or ‘Concrete’ poem! I have managed to do 1 of those.
Excellent …!
🙂 *blush* I’m not used to all this praise before breakfast!
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