It is over. I am done. This is me drifting
as surely away from you as loose-webbed island
of entwined rooty lilies ~slowly caught
and pulled to another shore ~ I am grip- armed reach
to keep us forever from lost at sea.
This is me forgetting where my blossoms were born ~
open-mouthed love, sucking at your splash until I split
wide-open and spilled generations onto soggy ground
where they were caught, unaware, in love-sapping heat
without shade or shelter to save them.
I am done with this strangling obsession,
struggling to mirror your aquatic acrobatics
with such precision in weave and bob, you missed
my slipped beat, stirring my quiet pool
with sultry backstroke away from your breaststroke.
We were, but are no more, twinning pool and stream,
surging towards wholeness, bigness,
wide and unfathomable wish to be sea-bound
together. Bits of us have been dammed,
in streambeds turned away from its source,
in dark desire of soil needing deep long drink.
I bobble alone, seized by pull stronger than Us,
am becoming wood and flotsam
that will decorate other crusted shores,
a lone floater in eye-view.
This is how it should be; a shell, empty to core
so that nothing can weigh me down, sink my hopes
on stone ground thoughts of you.
In a list
A contest entry
- SHOWING SOME LOVE by Whispering Wind.
800 points, ended June 8, 2007, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hauntingly Beautiful
Just love the feel of this sad poem...The lose and emptiness that holds you captive to the penned words
wonderful! thank you so very much for entering
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ty, I waffle ever day..I think I have given it up and I see something as simple as an interstingly bent blade of grass...perhaps I shall sail and still carry barnacles.
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very well done
so amazing the words into a picture, the pictures into a story and then it ends too soon... beautiful writing here the imagery just caught me up... so very well done...PK
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ty pk, I am sure there will be many more of these.... seems to have become a piece of extra muscle of my heart.
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whisper again
Blissfull Agony.
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ah, that is such an evocative comment....lord, gave me a startle.
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"This is how it should be; a shell, empty to core
so that nothing can weigh me down, sink my hopes
on stone ground thoughts of you."
Sighhh...Hauntingly beautiful, Sweetie...I know these unfathomable tides well...But Dear Heart, you could never be an empty shell...You are far too full of the sea & its whispers...other whispers that drift within the currents, bringing you towards home...Gorgeous & sad, my Friend...Good luck in the contest...
Wanda
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it is not me who wishes to be drifted back... as you know....somehwere in never-neverland, methinks, there is a shore that knows my name.
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