Apr 29
Futility
patterns carefully played out
along the shoreline
beside the rip currents
and the sea stacks
waves thrumbing
in slow bass strokes
tumbling closer toward
intentional furrows and ridges
the meaning is clear
to show you a lesson in futility
Pamela Olson, 4/29/08
This poem was written for the picture
and word prompt at Two for Tuesdays.
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The wave might argue that there is nothing futile about wearing away the earth a grain of sand at a time. The patterns are the pleasure, and that thrumbing is their laugh.
Good poem, thought provoking.
ps - i think my interpretation of this was shaped by my love for windsurfing.
Thanks for the comments. I understand your love of the waves; I have lived bits and pieces of my life close to the ocean and it is my favorite place to be. I love how the ocean is the ultimate symbol for chaos.
Love the way you wove the imagery into your use of this week’s prompt.
Nicely done.
Will you participate in my brand-new weekly poetry prompt, just for fun?
Blessings,
Linda
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girl,, this is so much what i was thinking about the photo prompt for monday mural this week… i never did get around to writing on the subject,,, but you nailed it here… excellent……