Waves Poem by Paul Andrew Bourne

The waves
just watch them caress the banks
with childish anger
while they
conference without confrontation.
I saw
a young love in its midst,
for the unity was magnetic.

The waves
just watch them
drum the sounds of the jazz bands, and
bellow away like furious preachers.
Watch, look, open, see!
Just watch them
race competitively for the clan’s call;
no royal coronation offers that lift
a concept of sweet taste,
the prowess of pure language,
the scenery of priceless splendour;
too sumptuous not for partial consumption,
the beauty is dove like, and
memoirs haunting.


The waves
just watch them in fragility,
carving, co-authoring the unknown destiny
Calm, settled no chilled liqueur
a creation that justifies peace!
An input that fills the void soul
for the offerings are a wealth in piece.


The waves
just watch them come alive
like the simplicity of the rainbow
Unfolding with a petal’s ending,
unchained by bribery.
Shedding the old, but never new
In the single call of an eye-fall
The experience that wants
Then, pass on that baton.