(Revised via a monthly poetry workshop I attend, well, monthly...)
Days circle
Dawn to dark,
Dark to dawn.
Moon waxes, wanes.
Tides flood, then empty
Mud basins.
Teaming sea life
Coaxed to thrive
With incoming and
Outgoing lunar-compelled
Saltwater.
Days long with light
Slide into
Days long with night.
Sun gobbling leaves
Blossom, flourish
Die. New seasons
Lurk just behind the
Curtain.
Commit to live fully
Within the whole day,
The tidal surge,
The current season.
Ride hard
The curvature of life.
August 26, 2009
My Visitors
1 comment:
So cool! Only two words changed, yet the poem, which I loved the first time, is even more vivid, alive, intriguing. Thanks for sharing this.
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