At the edge of the shoreline
The journey of the waves end
It has travelled far, like Columbus
To finally end with the sounds of splash
Crystal sparkles sparks the sense of life
And if you look closer, you did see diamonds
While Venus and Mars looks on to earth
And wonder why not them with such bless
The waves have travelled far
Energy seen in forms of visibility
Denied us that of sight by radio to micro waves
But for the sea waves, I see energy in form
If energy can never be destroyed
As the saying goes, and science accept
And I do believe this as so
What becomes of that, that rides the seas
If energy is made of man
Do ours join the surfers of the sea waves
After we die, to hear the faints whispers
Of old beings, on orchestra splashing the shorelines
I heard my grandmother speak to me
I heard a thousand more sing to me
On the beach, where waves do end
I saw energy in form
The journey of the waves end
It has travelled far, like Columbus
To finally end with the sounds of splash
Crystal sparkles sparks the sense of life
And if you look closer, you did see diamonds
While Venus and Mars looks on to earth
And wonder why not them with such bless
The waves have travelled far
Energy seen in forms of visibility
Denied us that of sight by radio to micro waves
But for the sea waves, I see energy in form
If energy can never be destroyed
As the saying goes, and science accept
And I do believe this as so
What becomes of that, that rides the seas
If energy is made of man
Do ours join the surfers of the sea waves
After we die, to hear the faints whispers
Of old beings, on orchestra splashing the shorelines
I heard my grandmother speak to me
I heard a thousand more sing to me
On the beach, where waves do end
I saw energy in form
I love this.
ReplyDelete"After we die, to hear the faints whispers
Of old beings, on orchestra splashing the shorelines"
Nicely done.
Anita.
Beautiful
ReplyDeleteAs we saw a few weeks ago, waves can be full of energy. Nice take on the picture prompt.
ReplyDeletenice...love the waves bringing the voices of those long gone...at the edge of energy...i feel it...nice...
ReplyDeleteCan truly feel the ebb and flow on the shoreline of memories of those gone like the tide... feeling the energy of time itself passing.
ReplyDeleteMakes me asks questions, I ask a lot of questions about life and death, guess we never get the answers, but the tide certainly keeps ebbing, nice clarity to this write.
ReplyDeleteHeavens, that is just gorgeous and I love those last two stanzas. Nice work!
ReplyDeletePamela
Some lovely, stirring descriptives here, and potent thoughts - ""After we die, to hear the faints whispers
ReplyDeleteOf old beings, on orchestra splashing the shorelines"" - gave my soul a shudder. Memories and time, voices come and gone...clear, lovely piece.
Good lead-up, love the end-line/summation.
ReplyDeleteUnusual touches of language and your sense of orchestration make this a very meaningful poem.
ReplyDeleteI truly believe water is alive. Always have and some scientist have even proved now that it 'reacts' to our kindness to it, or not.
ReplyDeleteA lovely write from you covering both it and it's energy.
The energy is palpable in this fluid work.
ReplyDeleteEnergy in for....so true....both scientific and beautiful! :-)
ReplyDeletebeautiful words on waves.
ReplyDelete:)