Poetry: The Ebb and Flow of Creating
Ride the wave
until it reaches the shore
and it crashes
in a mess of foam
all its energy spent
It needs to retreat
to gather its energy
yet again
to make another attempt
to inch farther inland.
The moon's pull
helps it to encroach
inch by inch
and rise towards
the sky
Then it recedes
back to where it came
reveals the secrets
that lie within
their unfathomable deeps.
The cycle of energy
ride the surplus of ideas
until it crashes against the rocks
then retreat and refill your reserve
to try again.
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