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Feb 19, 2020

POET'S WAVE

It finally came after so many years
of paddling on a disturbed sea,
the perfect wave to break his fears
and carry him to eternity.

This breaker rolled Out to the deep
and he caught its rolling pipe
where his form joined its liquid motion
which he touched with a quick hand swipe.

Then the wave crashed and broke
into a foamed face flat and wide
and he was gone like a wisp of smoke
as he surfed on to the other side.

RIP Jess.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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lonlyhrtsclub13

lonlyhrtsclub13

5 years 2 months ago

Tribute....jess will certainly be missed