TALK OF THE SEVENTH WAVE by Ann Wood
TALK OF THE SEVENTH WAVEA sea fairy tale tells
for the invariable seventh wave.
How from the depths it protects,
unwaveringly, she comes violently.
She is relentless and angry,
it is unbound and violent;
it breaks everything tight,
she is alive and multifaceted.
It has been hiding for a long time,
follows its monotonous run.
Then, remembering she was alive,
your bay comes.
The first six are routine-
they are predictable and yarn.
They are ... they are just intermediate
we are in pain, we are longing.
Beware of the seventh wave.
It washes everything, updates.
The past casts aside.
The past goes into oblivion.
After that, everything changes.
After it is no longer the same.
After her there is a new time.
And the memory of the future returns.
If you are real and brave,
if you decide to try-
by the seventh, you have already taken
and you know, you don't wander.
Will, it help, lead,
away to dream in the morning?
Whether he will return the previous child
or will it stay forever tomorrow?
Hardly anyone will tell you
it's only in your hands.
Will it lift or crush you?
It depends on the immortal heart.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-02-05 at 20:54
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