On water's edge she sat and cried,
so gently, no one saw.
And some time later came the tide
with strength and willful awe.
She had not moved,
nor blinked or budged
as this was her new lover.
And then the water
gently nudged
and asked her soul to hover,
eternally for all to see
but not to comprehend.
The meaning of a spirit, free
embracing its own end.
You have a wide range of pace and voice in your poems Herbert. This stands out for me. Very nice!
cries, crisis, endless..................................... Full stop. Tis provoking thoughts to drown in.... aroha Dxx
Starts out with a beautiful picture and setting. A very pleasant rhyming of words. I have not read many of your poems yet, but of those I have, it seems you tease us with more to think about at the end.
You write mushy stuff? Never would have thought you had it in you, but I haven't read all your poems yet. So you do have a heart after all. I can see I have some really good competition here.
Beautiful but very sad write. There should have been someone. I enjoyed to read it very much. ~JD~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful And Touching.Loved this one.Thank you.