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Silver Sea

unaware wave

By emaPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Silver Sea
Photo by Iain Kennedy on Unsplash

The wave, unaware of the broken oar

pushes hard on mismatched wood,

it supports and crashes,

from cradle to death,

a grip on the chest

and the breath of salt,

bursting wave

and drags and attacks

and while you await its final blow

it turns quickly as if hearing a call

and remembers oceans that know how to love

and calms the race and lays you on the shore

to plow the sandy land that meets

the lights of a rainy sky

and you look back while

it retracts its long arms,

swallows the light foam,

and sparkles in a silver sea.


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  • Esala Gunathilake8 days ago

    Ema, Ema, it is mesmerizing.

  • Kenneth cruz2 months ago

    Very well done gives me Hemingway vibes and he’s one of my favorites!

  • Gosh this was so beautifully written! Loved your poem so much!

  • John Cox2 months ago

    You clearly have experienced the mighty push and pull of the sea. Beautiful and evocative poetry, Ema!

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