Wandering

Mountain torn from desert drawn to sea, dreams grew. Waves beckon, coaxed closer to shoreline. 

Feet walking dry now sticky, sand wet. 

Move upon move ever closer to edge.  

Pulled by undertow to where life began. 

A siren's call to return to the womb.

Reviews

[yorkie]

short but you get some much into this poem.
I hope you don't mind me saying but I think its the best of what you have uploaded .
I'm not normally a fan of the everything has to rhyme style of poetry I favour the descriptive style which ignores rules on rhyme in favour of description .
this is a fine example of the style in my humble opinion .

[Soren]

Thank you very much for your read and kind words of support they are most important to me

[someguy772]

You have good depictions of nature, solid poem.

[Soren]

Thank you very much for your read and comment they are most appreciated