Here it is...my very first poem to ever be "work-shopped." So far, two people have commented on it. And I'm still alive! Not sure yet if I will be making any changes or not...
Tidal
In every pool of water
there is the suggestion of more time.
Like an ellipsis or
the first coat of paint.
I want to eat words.
To crunch and break apart
each syllable.
Sinking in between
space, dot and line.
I wait for the desire
to surge up and take me
like a catastrophic wave.
A breath held too long, released.
I need the gentle sway of surf.
A steady rise and fall
leaving behind rippled beauty.
A tidal push and pull within me.
The moon’s true talent is consistency.
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