Poem: Tidal Madness
Sometimes poetry inspires poetry
Credit where credit is due. A recent post by Wildwood Writer inspired me to pen a few lines about my own poetic madness. It turned into the poem below.
Tidal Madness
My madness comes like the shoreline,
soaked in the touch of the sea,
always craving more
than it takes.
It never storms all at once.
It returns instead.
Again.
And again.
A slow insistence.
A holy erosion.
Each wave forgets me just enough
to keep going,
each retreat leaving behind
a new edge of myself
I didn’t plan to expose ....
This is not the madness of fire.
It is tidal.
Faithful.
It wears me into truth
the way water
teaches stone
how to listen.©2025 Kim Williams, M.Div.
A recursive immersion in the water grinder, getting slowly turned into something more polished, more rounded. Complete!
It never storms all at once.
It returns instead.
Again.
And again.
Beautiful!