Cascades

thoughts cascade
and the sound of your words make the
cascading sound of the rushing waters
a river
a flood
a rage that goes into the sea
taking everything: driftwood, pebbles, sand,
leaves, houses and even lives and islands

emotions like magma and lava flowing
from volcanic eruption

and then everything calms down, you see the shapes
solidifying

rage of rocks and cliffs in gray and silver colors
you see yourself

a mountain of rock facing the sea
breeze blows and cools off

a rage
and then some seeds fall and grow and become grasses
and trees
too green for your anticipation
and then

there is peace and
tranquility and a house that you start building
a woman
a wife and some children a

name, a father a family
a pillar of hope and a vision of the new sun

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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