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What Can Remain?

Long as I can remember

falling, failing.

Clinging to air

clutching breathlessly.

 

Grief looms over me

giant off shore breaker

Hovering above

ominous and boiling.

 

Thunderous massive wave

threatening tumult.

Poised ready to fall

       determined to demolish.

 

 

Then wave after wave crashes.

Grabbing, gasping,

Flailing, floundering

 Choking for air, am I.

 

How much pain can one soul bear?

When grief after grief

Batters the shoreline of life.

What can remain but. . .sand.

 

Ten billion grains pounded to powder

Shoved here, pushed there

Trivial pulverized particles

At the mercy of the merciless waves.

 

Oh, how I hate the waves.

Hurling me spitting, sputtering

Head over heels

Relentless time and again.

 

Distant moon,

are you to blame?

Maybe the wind herself

should be accused.

 

No matter, no matter

unrelenting waves arrive

one after another,

 after another.

 

Oh God, how I long for a

quite lake,

a still pond

solid ground.

 

One day at a time. . .

the man at the restaurant said.

One wave at a time. . .

is that what he meant?

 

Yes, one at a time,

even one breath

In . . . OK, now . . . Out,

that's good, now once again.

 

Does the beach

desire the wave?

Are they made for each other,

made by each other?

 

Does a beach ever grow accustomed

to the pounding waves?

Or does it just lie there

numb and dumb?

 

Ever see a beach get angry?

Should it?

Oh, just lie there and take it,

Day after relentless day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Contest entry option 2 WhisperingMystic
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  • Angelo di Luce gold member
    February 26

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    The beach. like the embrace of hands, welcomes pain and sorrow, for her love wins over all, so in human terms we should welcome pain for he is a great teacher

    He does not want to hurt us, but make as strong, when we win over him

    then we shall become gods

    Touching write, showing a gentle personality that needs to be hardened


  • campanaro silver member
    February 23

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    Bravo...

    What a gorgeous intricate piece of wonderment.
    Your poetry is so descriptive, and as always
    worthy of every applaud.
    Great write my friend.
    Love Peace
    campanaro


  • your angers a gift
    February 23
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    wow! Very well written! Thanks for entering. Very impressive write! Thanks for entering!


  • SunDew
    February 21
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    This is masterfully written! I felt like it was me in there, taking the waves, one after another. What can remain, but sand? So many people get the life beaten out of them by the problems they face time & time & time again. You have made their voices heard through this briliant piece!

    You have made it to the finals, fellow poet.

    Thanks for entering & good luck!
    ~Bright Cheetah


  • DinkyDiver gold member
    February 16
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    I love this! Well deserved gold! The amount of times ive thought this... Great work


  • HereComesTheSun
    February 15
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    Positive: wow this is so beautiful and breathtaking. wow this was a gorgeous piece that blew me away your wording was amazing your heart's emotions shown so well the imagery and the symbolism wow.

    Negative: perfection in a poem nothing wrong

    thank you for entering


  • Spiritual Soul gold member
    January 22
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    wow this is amazing I love you how you think about the shores perspective of the waves, "Ever see a beach get angry? Should it?" I love this line the whole poem was wonderful. Amazing write, thanks for your great feedback on my poem I truly appreciate it,
    Blessings,
    ~Michaela~

  • Seaquince
    January 21

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    I am sure many who read this will absorb it differently yet still relate to many parts of how the waves of our own life, affects our shore lines of acceptance.

    Yet we forget, never does the same wave hit the exact same shore twice, also there is always a gap of time between each break, giving one some time to recover. The wave can do but 2 things, it can wash us ashore, with a lesson learned or we allow it to take us out into the deep to drown.

    The waves upon the sand, constantly moves in the clean and new, as it too removes that what is not needed and used, even does it when not asked or required, sometimes it leaves behind grief that one needs to clear up them self.

    I rather in many ways have the waves thrashing constantly at my body and life, at least it is a constant reminder how alive one is still, than to find in the long run that the quiet lake became dead of life because it was trapped by land and then to see that the still pond water is but all evaporated, yet low and stagnant.

    The ground is whereever we place our feet firmly down, to be accepting of that which we cannot control.

    To cry a tear without tasting its salt, is like hoping without believing.

    I enjoyed this read, I see myself so in it, in many parts, sometimes i think and feel it would be so nice to stand at the waters edge and know that life is that worthwhile....... best when the waves are not tempered and the tide allows the beach to recover before the moon is once again full....



  • loveme-eraseme
    January 3

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    oh my! I love this!
    "Does a beach ever grow accustomed
    to the pounding waves?
    Or does it just lie there
    numb and dumb?"
    Its very clever. I'm gonna be thinking about this now when I go to the beach. Bravo!

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