Waving Goodbye
Far away across the ocean
a wave
perhaps unique
moved across the swell.
The wind of progress stirred a surge
propelled momentum
unrolling our human story.
As the finite ocean is bounded by a shore
closing the shallows
our wave accelerates
rises to a crest.
Showing beauty in power.
it curls.
It crashes.
Its energy is spent
upon the beach and rocks.
Our life
our growth
will be sucked back
under the following
wave
all our progress lost.
Such is the cycle of evolution
and renewal.
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment