Wave upon wave

Three short poems

Photo ©Jerzystrzelecki

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Wave upon wave

strikes the shore,

your boat beaten back

by a strange wind from the land,

sweet voices call you,

soft hands pull you,

away into the deeps.

out of reach of my hand.

 

I shield my eyes against the sun,

The speck that was the last goose homing,

Lost from sight in the sky’s blue ocean,

Into the night, the lost stars roaming.

 

Had I wings I would follow

the feather soft path,

risk the wild winds,

the blue waves of the sky,

but no wings have I,

just the tears of my eyes,

your trace lost in glitter,

where the last geese fly.

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

5 thoughts on “Wave upon wave”

  1. I especially love the sounds and rhythm in the second stanza–just lingering on those long ‘O’s…

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