Like a sea-tossed driftwood stump,
I am tumbled and beaten,
left on the sand to bleed.
Life flows,
but for me there is only isolation.
Sand hides me,
sun and rain steal my color.
Bruises fade.
Alone in my despair,
I take the blame,
and emotional poundings persist,
just as the sea relentlessly pounds the shore.
Taking root in sand
I hide,
yet the sea still finds me.
A contest entry
- Seascape Series: Driftwood by Nicolette.
450 points, ended July 4, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Such a sense of desperation and illusion about this poem. You've applied the metaphor very nicely here. The last few lines indeed tell the story of sorrow...it's seas always find us...no hiding away. A poem that is very moving and murmurs sadness.
Thank you for posting it in my contest.
~ Nicolette
Adding your comment:
