TIDE… a poem

woman silhouette on beach shore during golden hour

The tide has ebbed

And now turns

In a moment

Slowly the rise

And flow

Is at hand

Gentle the touch

Washed over

Emotions

How much control

Of her

Has this man

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

9 thoughts on “TIDE… a poem”

  1. It depends on what type of control i think. There is good and bad control we have over others. If she loves you,that alone controls her feelings.if she wants to move on that too controls her feelings.
    I like this poem because its not specific about the type of control She has over him and he her. Tides of love . the beginning of the poem seems to say she has control over him
    loving her… In a good way.

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