Tides Don’t Turn

Tides Don’t Turn

They’re relentless
rolling toward the shore.
Waves crash— 
as an unforgiving Kublai Kahn
or the resulting opiate inspired 
vision in a dream. 
A fragment.
A sliver
of the largest moon
that ever pulled the tide
up, with such reliable gravity—
a tragedy
that the only words to linger
after the last line
are those of broken hearts. 

***

Today’s “First Draft Friday” Poem was inspired by thoughts about how even though much of my life has changed in the last few years (and continues to change), there are some constants that always remain the same.

Photo by Cristian Palmer on Unsplash

About ShySpark

I blog, I garden, I eat cheeseburgers, and sometimes I travel. But mostly I just write poetry...
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