From his water home, miles over miles then
Meeting his dove, cooing and wooing and
Cradling her in his arms, then breaking -up ashore.
The very next day, though different, returning
with silver wave, they
Roll and ripple, rollicking to tomb
But…
Never same one, wave after wave
returns again and again…doesn't hold on,
just gives wind tighter grip on sea;
beauty and motion to the ocean;
kisses the shore
laps the rock
peace to humankind!
By
Almedia Knight-Oliver
October 22,2011
Poetess feeling watery…though life's waves provides
us options: ride the waves as a lovers, or drown in them….
or some things are "in the lap of god"
Wow! What a beautiful and well penned poem that clearly shows your great affection for Nature and Humanity! Lovely comparison! I take my hat off on your honor! 10+++God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a bit mellow...but beautiful... be you good and happy :) sat