Ocean Blues

mikeschultz on Sat Feb 25 2012, 16:45

Though I ride a crest, I see a trough coming
And then count myself sorely tested,
Tossed as an errant cipher to the bin

Or standing proud as a peacock combing
Plumage, the best on which my eyes rested.
Though I ride a crest, I see a trough coming,

Buoyant, Devil-may-care, let’s go again,
Down the sloping sides ‘til we are bested,
Tossed as an errant cipher to the bin.

Mended, I answer the call for roaming,
And each day I’ve a lifetime invested.
Though I ride a crest, I see a trough coming.

Sliding from a manic high I begin,
No answers for clemency requested,
Tossed as an errant cipher to the bin.

Normal is a point I swing through going
Up and down, and if you’re interested,
Though I ride a crest, I see a trough coming,
Tossed as an errant cipher to the bin.

Michael Schultz © February 25, 2012 (1637)

RichieO on Thu Mar 22 2012, 21:14

That sounds about right for life having troughs and riding high on wave only to be tossed in the bin.
Nice poem Mike Ilike the way you write old chap. Like

Lucie on Fri Mar 23 2012, 01:01

Nicely written dear friend, just know your not alone on your journey, we ride the waves with you ready to brave the next trough..
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mikeschultz on Fri Mar 23 2012, 08:35

Richie and Lucie, I take your words to heart and am made glad. Thank you both for your supportive kindnesses and for reading my poems.

You make me feel quite sunny today: sunny

Thanks again.

Mike

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