The Wave

Way out, a wave starts its run on a lifting swell then builds to a peak until it crests holding cobra like high in air, falls to gravity, folds over in a thunder of bubbles to become a wash running up a beach, expiring in a lick of froth to tickle little feet.

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Charlotte Puddifoot

Date: 6/27/2025 5:11:00 AM

vivid image of a wave, "cobra like" effective description - they do look like that - and a cute ending :) many thx for your understanding commentary on my poem

Paul Willason
Date: 6/28/2025 4:30:00 PM

Thankyou Charlotte for your comments...appreciated...also the mention of mine on your powerful poem. Take care, Paul

Jeanette Swan

Date: 6/25/2025 6:02:00 AM

So much to see in this wave! The cobra image is just so right... but it is an illusion that folds up. into ripples that tickle (on this occasion). I so agree with DD - the cute factor tickled me too. I love how little kids play with water at the beach as if it is a character, not the scenery. J :)

Paul Willason
Date: 6/26/2025 2:44:00 PM

Hi Jeanette, much appreciate your comments, your time taking in the Wave. Each are unique in a way but all suffer a final fate in froth...so much better if there are little feet there to give purpose. Thankyou, Paul