Autopilot

Ascending number of waves flow
Ultimate beads of ripples grow
Tensionless journey through the wind
Onto dry sand it smiles and grins
Politely moisting nearby rocks
Intricate rainbows form on docks
Laudable detail with each splash
Ornate sea treasures in a cache
These depths of matter can flummox.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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December 22, 2017 at 1:07 PM
This is a delightfully written poem, Tamara. There are moments when we drive on autopilot, but nature does that all the time! ~ Regards // paul
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January 17, 2018 at 3:53 AM
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on this! (I'm a rather big fan of your poems) - Cheers, Tamara
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