Wednesday, November 3, 2010

An Angry Wave

a post-election postmortem

Bellows have blown an angry wave
With frothy crest.
It swells to form a shape concave,
Its force compressed.

Its rumbling roars advance to ear,
It crashes down with sound severe,
Shallows brewing.

This once behemoth wave, suds now
Around my feet.
Its waters sucked backed out allow
The next repeat.

This wave: Its mighty force was spent
Upon the shore,
Until the next bellows ferment
The waters more.

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placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry: Week #16