The Calm of the Sea
Like us - not always what it seems
Hypnotically rhythmic,
Pushing steadily shoreward,
Swells timed perfectly.
Rising.
Falling.
Placidly gliding ahead,
Keeping the pace,
Minding the distance.
Peaks curling gently
Until gravity wins,
Then folding in a graceful arc
To be absorbed once again.
Clockwork.
Choreographed.
Just beneath the glassy surface - turmoil.
A world of chaos, unseen.
Roiling.
Swirling.
Churning its captives into fodder for the beasts.
Mind the troughs,
Lest they draw you to the dark, quiet depths, below.
Beware the peaks
Lest you be cast blindly away, to fall,
Who knows where.
Ride if you dare.
Glide with the persistent, pulsing thrust
To be welcomed by the sandy shores -
Or shattered on the rocks.
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A metaphor? Perhaps.
An entry for Vocal's "Smooth" Challenge.
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About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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