you are wind-driven
all trumped-up
on erroneous energies
captured only to collide
truth stands still as rock
no need to move or prove
I watch the white caps
curl, gaining strength and
wonder when your fallacies
will shatter like the waves
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Oh, Mish, that’s great. I love that final stanza so much! Thank you for sharing this one.
I could sit for hours watching waves in a storm; and have done. Nice twist at the end, rocking the prompt.
I wonder, too. they sometimes seem to be indestructible.
–Shay
I am transfixed by their endless movements, so different at all times but seemingly the same. At another layer, this is a powerful image for truth at the end.
An interesting piece. Well done.
Very well done. Truth stands on its on… needs no defense.
Such a wonderful metaphor, Mish! Unfortunately, that erroneous energy still seems to be going strong. I’m hoping that truth prevails.
There’s marvellous movement in this poem, Mish! I love those ‘erroneous energies captured only to collide’ and the curl of the white caps.
A nice analogy. I’m crossing my fingers.
Such duality in nature, it’s a struggle but beautiful, still! 🌊❤️
Beautifully, movingly written, Mish.
“truth stands still as rock
no need to move or prove”
Love this! And of course, the title!
I think history will be a harsh judge and your wish will come true. His fallacies will shatter like waves and he will join the other garbage stranded on the shore.