Tides of the Heart
Love can
be as fickle as it is desirable, while sometime misinterpreted as fickle when
simply unable to reach a decision for one reason or another.
Could it
be that many of the world’s lovers (LGBT included) need to talk to each other more…? Even love can be guilty of taking too
much for granted…
Whatever,
can any of life’s challenges be tougher than faced by the long distance swimmer
on tides of the human heart…?
TIDES OF
THE HEART
Sat on a
beach,
watching
the waves
roll in,
out,
and back
again…
like love’s
promises
to me
Just out
of reach,
waiting
for your love
to roll
in, out,
and back
again…
like the
finest poetry
and prose
Winging,
calling
to you
among sea birds,
now high,
now low,
nature’s wry
comment
on humanity’s
tides
of life
Alone on
a beach,
its beachcombing
hearts
on the
look-out
for any such
as ours,
among
love’s flotsam
and
jetsam
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2002; 2016
[Note: An
earlier version of this poem first appeared under the title 'Secrets, Ebb and Flow' in an anthology, As Waves Pass By, Poetry Now
(Forward Press) 2002, and subsequently in my own collection, First Person
Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]
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