As in a dream, the wave appears.
A liquid wall towering mightily, erasing the sun.
Looming ever larger, it curls and dips downward
I stand transfixed on the shoreline. No fear.
Poised to accept my fate, I close my eyes and lift my arms upward.
The wave touches my outstretched fingertips
and turns into glass.
Cherita Fitzgerald is the Muse of Participatory Poetry Plaiting, Collaborated Combined Compositions, Merged Melded Meter, Liaisons of Linked Lyrics and Wedded Woven Words. Here poets come together to participate in cooperatively braiding various poetic forms, working together to create layered verse and compose reflective poetry. “A golden braid of mind, soul and spirit, endlessly folding back upon itself to reflect new images of poet and EveryLight.” (faucon of Sakin'el)
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An incredible image, Maya, incredible. I feel so truthfully the smooth shock of glass on my fingertips.
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