2014 image,Goa
The whispers become noise
Revolutionary waves arise,
Once in every season
When the sea is churning
and the clouds are too full
to contain the secrets.
The whispers become noise
and then guided by an
unknown force
These waves wash away
illusion of embellished facades
All man-made.
Silent sea re-awakens
And the waves create history.
The world heals and
nurses its’ wounds
the candle keeps burning
Brilliant. I used to be a historian, the way you put it really speaks to me. I'd use it in class if I was a teacher.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Angela. :)
DeleteA delightful poem. Powerful ocean yet gentle.
ReplyDeleteThanks Viv. :)
DeleteThis is lovely:)
ReplyDeleteThank you..:)
DeleteNot much I can say that others haven't - excellent.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lance. :)
DeleteNice. The earth, thankfully, has a way of bringing back life again and again.
ReplyDeleteIndeed..Thank you. :)
DeleteLoved it. It's like a tsunami in a poem, this. :) The photo too, of the agitated waves. Out of curiosity, where was it taken? Vivekananda Rock?
ReplyDeleteIt's Donapaula, Goa. :) Thanks Vinay. :)
Delete"Clouds are too full to contain the secrets" Love that line. The imagery is lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks Anna. :)
DeleteI love that first stanza.
ReplyDeleteThanks! :)
DeleteOh I love the continuity of this. How life keeps rolling on. Brilliant! ♥
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathy! :)
DeletePerfect harmony and balance.
ReplyDeleteThank you dada. :)
DeleteI love the spirit of this. The waves can destroy, yet nurture!! Lovely to meet a fellow poet, and you bet we'll have lots to share!
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you Michelle. :)
Delete:) Thank you Lizzi. :)
ReplyDeleteAmazing!
ReplyDeleteThis was really beautiful. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteGod bless you,
Cheryl
Thank you Cheryl. :)
DeleteEnchanting expressions :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot. :)
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