i sit out here

floating island

bobbing on the sea


even on a small wave

short lift to the crest

heart pumps harder


and then the ride

gentle tumble

into a small depression


with big cycles

the moving mountains

anticipation grows


the cosmos

speaks with rhythm

and power


i seek to

plunge beneath fear

into ecstasy


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I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

11 thoughts on “sea-riding”

  1. You captured the sea’s motion so keenly — even the waves of words coursing down the screen. I have always had both fear and awe of the Ocean — always happier to watch that other vast blue world from a safe distance! 🙂

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    1. carrie, thanks for mentioning the arrangement of the lines. i wasn’t sure if that was going to work. “fear and awe” are good descriptions of how i feel about the ocean, as well, although sometimes it can be gentle and welcoming. but if i may be so bold, metaphorically you might just be a rider of waves, yourself.


    1. yes, jana, rhythm affects so much in our lives and beyond, doesn’t it? thanks for your kind comment. by the way, have you ever listened to the orchestral work by john luther adams entitled “become ocean”? i think you might find it an interesting experience. thanks again for reading my poems. — michael

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