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Waves

May 17, 2019

 

Turquoise waves on shell-white sand

Rush forth – crashing, crashing, crashing –

Dying gladly as they land,

Surging, breaking, foaming, splashing.

 

Lines advancing, rank on rank –

Never ceasing, or  deceasing –

On the anchored rock’s long flank,

Neither tiring nor decreasing.

 

Soft, serene their rhythm sounds –

Slowly lulling, lulling, lulling –

Steady, steady, till it drowns

Every sound but inward mulling,

 

Awe at eons glimpsed as one,

Wave on wave on wave forever.

Can the world they overrun

Curb them? Never, never, never!

 

 

Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Indiana, where he practices as a civil and appellate litigation attorney. His poems have appeared in print and online publications, and he has published two volumes of poetry: The Spring's Autumn (2013) and Inquietude (2016). He also composes music, which may be heard on his YouTube channel. He lives with his wife, Ivana, and their son.

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