I wrote this poem for poetry night July 2016:<\/p>\n
The Tide
By Michelle Brodie
July 2016<\/p>\n
The ebb and flow of the tide washes the sand away<\/p>\n
Sand castles of yesterday no longer here today<\/p>\n
Here were gathered Sanderling, Sandwich Tern, Sandpiper, and Ruddy Turnstone<\/p>\n
Now just Grackles on trash and the occasional Laughing Gull pass<\/p>\n
And what of us?<\/p>\n
A man’s mind like the vast universe<\/p>\n
Gray matter, dark matter, white matter<\/p>\n
The synapses no longer fire; he talks like the Mad Hatter<\/p>\n
What goes on inside we cannot hear<\/p>\n
It’s just that he cannot make himself clear<\/p>\n
All part of the great unknown, the heavens above and the sea below<\/p>\n
Where will we all end up. What will be our home?<\/p>\n
What is visceral, what is real?<\/p>\n
Man goes over the handlebars<\/p>\n
His injuries are severe and instill fear<\/p>\n
How will he end up he desperately wants to know<\/p>\n
A woman watches, watches her husband growing old<\/p>\n
The tide comes in and goes back out<\/p>\n
It’s not laches; time just passes<\/p>\n
never knowing how it will all turn out<\/p>\n
How in future generations the story will be told<\/p>\n
The tide comes the tide goes<\/p>\n
How it will all turn out nobody knows<\/p>\n
It doesn’t really matter<\/p>\n
For it is the journey, the journey of life<\/p>\n
We are carried on with the tide<\/p>\n
The moon, the stars at night, the beautiful world we live in<\/p>\n
our family, our friends<\/p>\n
They keep us together and keep us from being left in tatters by all this strife<\/p>\n
My family, my friends we must not be caught up in how it will all turn out<\/p>\n
But enjoy this wondrous journey that we call life<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I wrote this poem for poetry night July 2016: The TideBy Michelle BrodieJuly 2016 The ebb and flow of the tide washes the sand away Sand castles of yesterday no longer here today Here were gathered Sanderling, Sandwich Tern, Sandpiper, and Ruddy Turnstone Now just Grackles on trash and the occasional Laughing Gull pass And what of us? A man’s mind like the vast universe Gray matter, dark matter, white matter The synapses no longer fire; he talks like the Mad Hatter What goes on inside we cannot hear It’s just that he cannot make himself clear All part of the great unknown, the heavens above and the sea below Where will we all end up. What will be our home? What is visceral, what is real? Man goes over the handlebars His injuries are severe and instill fear How will he end up he desperately wants to know A […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":770,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-794","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/michellebrodie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/794","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/michellebrodie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/michellebrodie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michellebrodie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michellebrodie.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=794"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/michellebrodie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/794\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":795,"href":"https:\/\/michellebrodie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/794\/revisions\/795"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/michellebrodie.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/770"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/michellebrodie.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=794"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}