The Wave
A wave playfully toyed with the idea
of treading around a rock it was near
And much like a childhood game of tag,
good-naturedly splashed itself
against the ragged crag
But the boulder struck back with stubborn roughness
engaging itself in a whirling tide
of callous toughness
And the impact caused the wave to turn to foam
curled with a piercing jab for reasons unknown
So the wave then crashed itself against the mass,
Its spray, the shatter of its own surge
Beating, challenging, resting, and resorting again,
to the rage that began to emerge
Yet the stone’s cold core stood only firmer
in its eroding concrete edge over all fear
Salt-soaked pebbles hitting rock bottom
symbolic of its isolation in letting nothing near
And finally drenched with exhaustion,
the gentle spirited wave
tiredly floated back
to its own tender waters
far from shore
and came to mingle, play and jest
with that old jagged point
no more……..
©1990
For the Anything Goes Challenge (AG)
Host: alwaysmywords
By Lottie457
© 2008 Lottie457
(All rights reserved)
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