I read the words of strangers
And so many of them ring in my mind,
Exploding with the exact memories of someone I have never met
That mimic mine so closely.
Sometimes I even think for the split second of reaction
That someone I knew might have written these words
And then all sense returns and I realise it is simple similarity.
Suddenly the wave breaks.
I was well and now I'm not.
I was floating, even drifting,
But then the vicious white surf tickles my hair,
As I look up to see the entire body of the wave collapse on me.
And below the water,
Watching the submerged air bubbles all around,
I realise I'm alone again.
The wave, I understand so late, rumbles and looms larger than expected.
I wade forward in surrender. Waiting.
Drawing closer, the tow low and powerful, I know that the shore is no longer attainable.
As the crest nears, I see in it things I am not prepared to face....
Regret, Sadness and Fear all churn violently as I seek passage.
Rise. Float. I wait silently and accept.
I long to float above into forgotten still waters, peaceful currents.
The wave presses me close. I feel its chilling power and succumb.
I remember. Agonize over choices made and consequences realized.
Rise. Float. Dream of still water and peaceful currents.
Heavy hearted and light-headed I stand,
my musing eyes open wide like the sea.
Desperation clutching my shelled heart’s hand,
longing for the right opportunity.
Two frigid feet bound by time’s iron clasp
buried deeply underneath sandy grit,
long hidden from warmth or water, they gasp,
and to the aqueous nectar forfeit
as it trickles, healing like tears streaming
down a child’s freshly salted red cheeks
and breath of clean air upon pain’s leaving,
as assured as the wave’s return, seeking
to lift tender soles from their timid rest,
soothing the yearning ache within my chest.
When she rushes
Like a crashing wave
Like a gust of wind
Like a summer's day breeze
Like a happy pup,
This is her love
Washing over you
Of her heart
Her mind blinded
At the sight of you,
All for you
Never ever let go...
APAD13 - 083 © okpoet
Flow beyond a pass.
fall back between the crests
Where was that point,
call it Beginning?
Pulling back again
mixing with the next to come
Beginning? Ending? Distinction? No.
Just the wet sand, the short smile, the long wait
and then another
Wave after wave,
I'm slowly drifting drowning in my emotions,
Weight of the world on my shoulders.
Wave after wave rolls me over hard,
I'm fighting to stay alive.
My soul has been sent out to sea,
Drifting afar distantly.
These crashing violent riptides,
Will soon turn a peaceful wave.
The ocean of emotion sometimes set us adrift.
The returning tides will bring us back into the heart of another,
A path that leads to the end of all things,
Written 14th September 2014 By Kelly O'Hara
Another wave rushes over me
My reflection scatters
in both sky and sea
Flooding my mind
with tiny whirpools of what can
And cannot be.
Another wave rushes toward me
I close my eyes and wait silently
A roar it makes,
It towers, it strengthens;
Then crashes below my feet.
Another wave, I see it coming
This time I run without the warning
A fish drowns in water
Not knowing where I've gone
Or where I'm going.
Another wave I see above me,
I slow down my breath, counting
One. Two. Three.
I pause, my eyes wide open
To find ripples of possibilities.
This tidal wave of emotion
came sweeping down upon me
it drowned me and swept me out to sea
and dragged me down to the bottom
I laid there lifelessly
and let it control me
as it swayed me up and down
and let me stray farther and farther
a few years later it began to kill me
and i started to lose grip of reality
It hit me
So hard that I realized I was in control
that no matter how big of a wave or the currents pull
I can escape and rearrage where the tidal wave goes