Waves Poem by Smoky Hoss
Waves
From where come the waves
That beg and foam,
Call and plead
Rolling on never alone -
The sound and soul
Of the eternal sea,
In the spray upon the air
Come to fill a depth deep within me -
I hear and smell,
And become known;
Yet, knowing not the mystical
Flowing always, onward home -
Is this all in the great waters,
Or simply in how I see;
Are the waves the ocean
Or are the waves me?
Nature observers ask themselves so many questions and poetry doubles the queries. I like this poem...
The waves were a part of you in this poem, an enjoyable read,
We have a close affinity with water and are at one with nature - very good write Smoky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:55:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We are all part of a grand scheme, the waves in all their power and force put many questions on our minds and on the tips of our tongues. Oh that we could find the answers to the eternal rhyme.