This is the third of three poems submitted to poetry.com in a poetry contest. This poem is also a riddle.
It is titled: It never has solutions
As a storm rages, building in crescendo,
As the waves of the ocean climb higher and higher,
Reaching its utmost peak; until it falls.
As the small sailboat, tossed to and fro,
no stability, no calm winds blow, it calls.
As the fear of a person being pursued,
too frightened to actually move,
it constricts the muscles of the body.
Everything’s oh so tense, it beckons, under a pretense.
It seems justified to be where it’s at, but never solves a problem.
In life while living, never has solutions,
worth inviting, worth giving.
To put it away would benefit the whole world.
Automatic solutions would be.
But oh, it never lets go.
Its’ captives are never ever free,
without the right key
copyright 1990 Paulette A. Gibbons
Records may show that two of these poems are listed under a different surname. That would be the authors’ married name. The poems are the creation of Paulette A. Gibbons nevertheless.
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