Ode To The Undertow Poem by Brett White

Ode To The Undertow



My Soul long'st for thee, White Sea-foam;
To quietly taketh my Heart back home...
Under thy Rolling Waves of Light.
Some fight and fight with all their Might,
To escape'st thy Pull - the Unknown -
Under thy waves, no lights'll be Shone.
Thou play'st with me, seductively,
Nature's Charm's engulfing me.
My soul hath no pow'r to resist
Thy Pull, quietly calling - A Gift.
If only thee could be unwound,
Thy secret Gifts are underground.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friends,suicide,death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
An ode to all of my friends who have committed suicide.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brett White 14 November 2017

RIP Trevor, I love you man.

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Brett White

Brett White

Fort Smith, AR
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