Moonlit sea
power of a changing tide
shaping the surf
insight born of suffering
perseveres the longest
I awaken to the song of surf on turf. The remains of my latest wreck surround me. I can remain prone for the sea to drown me. Or I can stand and take one step. Then another. And another.
Life isn’t finished with me yet. Let me not pretend otherwise.
Rise up.
first fire
where have the believers
in the first tales gone?
get up off the tired ground
and join in this primal dance!
for Real Toads–The Tuesday Platform
COLLEENโS WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE, NO. 73: ENERGY & KNOWLEDGE, #SNYONYMSONLY
#Weekly Tanka Prompt #Poetry Challenge โ Week 86 โ Tales & Believers
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Carpe Diem / Seize the Day
Frank J. Tassone 
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