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,
Crescendoing.
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
A great one, Philip. I could see that wave through its entire cycle. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteYes...your attention to detail definitely brought that wave to life.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to hear this read by some wonderful tenor voice.
ReplyDeleteOn first read I had all the glorious imagery of watching nature at work and then spotted your sub heading/sub-text "a post-election postmortem" and realised the cyclical political changes you must be referring to. That is really nicely done.
Philip,
ReplyDeleteI had an image of standing along Pacific Highway 101, on a very lively evening!
Best wishes, Eileen