Sometimes I’m trapped beneath the waves,
Drowned out by loud and senseless noise.
Where is my hope? Where are my joys?
Is there a heart, a hand to save?

The brightness breaks in palest shades;
I miss the subtle change it brings.
The waves roll on, but softly sing
That feelings and emotions flow,
None meant to last! I must let go
And ride each wave to set me free!

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Written for Ronovan’s Decima challenge at:

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 52: (NOISE) in the B rhyme line.

One
Nature
Evolving
Invisible
Indivisible
Becoming visible
Showing more than we can see
Except through eyes open and free
Sum of parts that aren’t afraid to be
As One revolving Mind of clarity

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An Etheree for the poet’s choice prompt

https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/04/06/tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-220-poetschoice/