The Tide

It is upon this moment, That I will turn the page, Forge my own meaning, Gripping the next stage, For the waves; ever so fierce tonight, Patterned blows to our sweet fragility, A melee of incomparable height, Throwing us into virility, You usher in a day already passed, My screams are left a tainted unease, Storms gather to tear our mast, All that is left: a pathetic 'Please?', Winding down this helix of obscurity, An Ocean filled with questions remain, Nothing will repel it's ferocity, The tears, the scars: Were we insane?

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Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 8/22/2010 5:52:00 PM

U.A., I can see what you mean about the comparison of this poem to "Indecisive." It seems we are both "Winding down this helix of obscurity" above an ocean of questions that can't be answered. Deep thoughts in your awesome poem and I can certainly relate to these feelings. It is nice to meet you here on Poetry Soup and I look forward to reading more of your welcome. Best wishes, Carolyn

Joshua Lacey

Date: 8/20/2010 12:19:00 PM

sure is hard to find answers if we can at all, interesting poem :)

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 8/17/2010 12:17:00 PM

I enjoyed reading your poetry today U.A. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Love, Carol

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 8/17/2010 3:46:00 AM

Very interesting thoughts, U.A