High Tides

The tides roll in,
And bring steadfast joys.
The crash of the waves.
The smell of the sea
Awakens the soul.
The clear open skies,
Will brighten the days.
It’s gentleness over comes
All dreariness.

Like the tides, our lives
Rise and fall…
Fall to the eternal beat
Of nature’s heart.

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Another poem internal poem, but here I found myself very into nature, so, I would take waves, forests, or anything like that and use it to "awaken the soul," as I put it. It was a way to discover myself and write something that sounded pretty good. It's also about seeing the world for what it is, something that I focus a lot on in some of my poems.

All written material on this page is © 2000 Cynthia Clark

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