Hal Caufield


Tide - Poem by Hal Caufield

You are my tide.
Like a Spanish Man o War upon the waters,
I rise, fall, come and go - all by your whim.

When you are angry,
You smash and batter the timbers,
Til I, that never fears, am afraid.
I hold on to mast for dearest life,
And pray that this too shall pass.

When you are sad,
You are calm and low,
Til I am melancholy and impotent.
I walk the edge of withered planks
Staring into your waters and pray.

When you are happy,
(Oh when you are happy!)
You raise this ship and all her speed.
Til I smile and laugh, as my heart flutters
And sets the sails.
I come, I go
And all the while, I pray.

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Comments about Tide by Hal Caufield

  • (12/23/2011 10:17:00 AM)


    A great poem. Enjoyed reading it. A
    good write.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    For Paul Blackburn. Its a true story.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 23, 2011



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