The Mighty Wave
It all came over me
Like a wave, getting higher and higher
I was riding that crescendo
Poem after poem after poem
Flooding out of my brain
With all the energy of that wave
And then
Crash
The wave comes tumbling down
And like that tumbleweed
Blowing across the desert
Drifting in the vast emptiness
The poems stopped
And here I sit
Day after day
Waiting to ride that mighty wave again
Maybe it will never happen
That’s the beauty of life
We never quite know where it’s going
Joanne C Hicks Pembrokeshire Poet copyright ©️
23rd October 2026
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