An eternal silence

An eternal silence beneath

the surface of the wave, moves

untroubled by the crashing

sound above, moves forward,

always forward. The line

of sight compresses

to a infinite point

where the four converge:

four corners of sand,

of sea, of shore, of air;

four boundaries of earth

of air, of fire, of water.

Four winds blow unseen.

Four horsemen gallop

unheard and unhearing.

Four muses cry unanswered

and ignored, the cries emptying

into a wave of silence.

Tweetspeak Poetry has a poetry prompt this week, and it’s about waves reaching the shore. To see more poems submitted for the prompt, please visit Tweetspeak Poetry.

Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.