How do we know the sea deeply;
this vast accompaniment to shore?
In truth ... never so completely;
by acquaintance, nothing more.
.
In her shallows, at water's edge,
where lapping waves decay,
her ripples sound a common pledge,
her splash has much to say.
.
At deeper depths, in rougher seas,
where waves compound their force,
fathom not her vagaries,
nor delve her inner source.
.
She is the ocean, of seven seas construed;
to her apply the notion of independent mood.
.
© Tim Grace, 16 February 2011
(Revised: 6 October 2022)
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Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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