Well, sometimes life is like that.
Riding the rising tide
She feels it swell
Lift beneath her
Grasping, reaching
For that undefined
Magical
Elusive element
She stretches out
With every particle and cell
Her entire body
Aflame, consumed
Until finally
She catches, grabs, embraces it
The wave crests beneath her
Lifts her high -- stomach-flipping high
Then smashes her down
Crashes all around her
Flooding her body
Her mind
Her soul
She floats on ecstasy
© Candace Mahoney 2006
4 comments:
Wouldn't life be grand without the smash downs? ;)
LOL! I love the smash-downs. :-D
You're just becoming addicted to bruises! ;)
Em, well, maybe, but that wasn't what I had in mind.
If I had titled this poem appropriately, it might have been mistaken for a post about Oprah's magazine. . .
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