Crashing Waves Poem by Stan Rodriguez

Crashing Waves



Minutes in the spreading
of life's emotional surrender—

Has changed the meaning
of everything I knew.

The beating of my heart
no longer rushes
nor the craving of my lips to feed.

Creation!
is such a monger monster
that entrapped me in a collision
with your tides
altering the movement of my rhythm.

Where once I slept so peacefully
now only the crashing of the waves
survives.

Saturday, May 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Murray Smith 19 May 2018

Quite a wave you made.+++10

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