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Rip Currents
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Personal (Hope) The currents change
and I don't know
if I can save myself
as they rip through me.
The waves crash hard
against the rocks,
and I realize somehow
I've lost sight of shore.
I hold my breath,
sink into the depths
and hope when I reemerge
I still have purpose.
Your adroitly deployed
Your adroitly deployed extended metaphor proves just how right and appropriate your screen name is. I applaud this fine poem, and your great verbal talent, Metaphorist!
J-9th94
Thank you so much for your
Thank you so much for your kind words!
And thank you for sharing
And thank you for sharing your Poetry here.
J-9th94