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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!
Starward
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.
Starward