waxing and waning
push and pull
daylight is fading
the moon is full
a pinprick of starlight
from behind her eye
starts to glow
as she starts to cry
her tear in the tide
would not make a wave
for if she is nothing
she's nothing to save
go down to your destiny
to the ocean floor
take a deep breath
and sigh no more.
Dec 19, 2011
The Spring Tide
About This Poem
Last Few Words: kind of creepy, but i like it.
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
How does this theme appeal to you?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Emo
A sad poem, that has been here for two years without comment.
It flowed and gave a message of sadness, I hope by now you are much happier lol.
You take care now it is the holidays maybe we can enjoy more of your writing,
Yours Ian.T
yes, very much so :)
I will say I am much happier now. and I totally forgot about this poem. Thank you for reminding me.
thanks again,
mag