The Wave
Hey! I wanted to tell you that back in the beginning of October, I had won First place, in the Magical Mystery Tour category, in the Princess Ronkonkoma Productions Poetry Contest. The title of my poem is “The Wave”. Here it is now…
The Wave
By Jack Batcher
Look out to the infinite blue no-where of the ocean
Notice the manifestation of a wave slowly form
Watch the wave as it moves towards the shore
The wave grows in strength and power
Closing in on the shoreline it transitions from no-where to now here
Listen closely as the wave builds to its peak
There is a moment
Where all the magic and mystery of the world hides
Between the wave’s trough and its crest
Silence
A symphony can be heard in the silence
This silence passes quick as a fuse lit on both ends
When the wave breaks
Its crashing on the shoreline sends salty mist into the air
Streaking endless possibilities like Perseids meteor shower on a cloudy night
How many shooting stars did you catch?
How many shooting stars slipped through your fingers and got away?
Those opportunities vanish as the riptide pulls the wave away
Gone forever from the now here of the shoreline
The wave returns back to the infinite blues of no-where.
Thank you for taking the time to read this poem, I hope you enjoyed it.
If you would like to pass this e-mail along and share it with your friends that would be great!
I do have something new coming up in the coming weeks, so if you would like to see more, go to my website and sign up for Jack’s Newsletter.
http://www.jackbatcher.com/get_jacks_...
After you do that, check out the new website!
Thank you!
Jack Batcher
Burnt Eggs and Scrambled Toast
The Wave
By Jack Batcher
Look out to the infinite blue no-where of the ocean
Notice the manifestation of a wave slowly form
Watch the wave as it moves towards the shore
The wave grows in strength and power
Closing in on the shoreline it transitions from no-where to now here
Listen closely as the wave builds to its peak
There is a moment
Where all the magic and mystery of the world hides
Between the wave’s trough and its crest
Silence
A symphony can be heard in the silence
This silence passes quick as a fuse lit on both ends
When the wave breaks
Its crashing on the shoreline sends salty mist into the air
Streaking endless possibilities like Perseids meteor shower on a cloudy night
How many shooting stars did you catch?
How many shooting stars slipped through your fingers and got away?
Those opportunities vanish as the riptide pulls the wave away
Gone forever from the now here of the shoreline
The wave returns back to the infinite blues of no-where.
Thank you for taking the time to read this poem, I hope you enjoyed it.
If you would like to pass this e-mail along and share it with your friends that would be great!
I do have something new coming up in the coming weeks, so if you would like to see more, go to my website and sign up for Jack’s Newsletter.
http://www.jackbatcher.com/get_jacks_...
After you do that, check out the new website!
Thank you!
Jack Batcher
Burnt Eggs and Scrambled Toast
Published on November 13, 2016 17:54
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