Poetry

#NaPoWriMo Day 12

Silence
but for a rhythmic rumble

The pull of the tide
each wave hauling a little closer
it’s luggage of sand and weed
each retreat a
         Pause
rebuilding strength
heaving heave ho, to
                                             Crash
         again
wearing down the sand to even finer grains

We are all driven by an inexorable imperative

maroubra-329545_1280Today’s challenge was to:

Write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does …

The last line is a nod to the author H. G. Wells:

Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature’s inexorable imperative.

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