Wind trips my pace on widow's walk,
as lantern dims with fading hope,
the basking gone, far out to sea...
and me
left wanting time to stop.
Am I enough as I stand tall
through weathered storms and passion's gales?
Dare I ask respect for who
the woman that is me?
As I peer out to nearly see
a masthead light far out to sea -
'tis only just a twinkling
that does not shine for me.
And yet, I reached with heartfelt care
when asked brave eyes to truly see...
but touch oppressed can barely grasp
my heart
my soul
my very me.
So swayed by breeze that lands and lights
as newness spells her intrigue bound
to titillate from greener grass
that differs so from me.
To ask for nothing in return
except a beating heart to love,
might recognize the wealth I see -
and what you mean to me.
Please see my skin as woman soft
with female scent to heat your loins.
My eyes would light cast shadows free -
and yet, I'm merely me.
Alas,
on stormy widow's walk
circular within motion rounds,
my steps are taken to brave storms,
my tears to set you free.
Author notes
Option 2 Image e Amaranth
Image courtesy of Contest Holder
A widow's walk (or roofwalk) is a railed rooftop platform, typically on a coastal house, originally designed to observe vessels at sea. The name comes from the wives of mariners who would watch for their spouses to return. In some instances, the ocean took the lives of the mariners, leaving the women as widows; who would often thereafter gaze out to sea wishing beyond hope that their loved ones would return home and hence the name widow's walk was born.
REF: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Widow's_walk
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A truly splendid read! I was left with a surreal feeling of loneliness and a dram of sorrow. Capturing the reader’s emotions in my opinion is what poetry is all about and you my lady have done that wonderfully. *bows to you*
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This is such a beautifully unique take on the prompt chosen! Very well written, with such touching imagery throughout. Sad, but so lovely! Thank you so much for your entry & Best wishes in the contest!
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Outstanding poem--my favorite part is the whole poem--how the metre keeps you moving along and also the feeling invoked by your poem--excellent! Good luck in the contest!
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Wow, do I love this poem!!!
My wife (spanishrose) recommended I read this poem. I'm so glad she did, Pamela. Without a doubt, your writing never ceases to inspire me to keep writing. You have a gift for penning poetry that leaves an imprint upon my mind that glows brighter than than that distant masthead light this widow speaks of. Her lament speaks volumes through your words.
Don
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Woooooosh there is a lot of sadness and depth within this one, The heart holds many things sometimes it is sadness and you have made me feel it within your words.
sigh..
Thanks for sharing,
Love and Light
Frozentearz
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oh...i feel so.... heavy right now... this was so beautiful and although i have no idea about being a widow, i do know what it's like to lose someone that you really care about or love... wonderful write as always.
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excellent
I am always amazed on the way juse words. You are wonderful writer. I can only dreamof my work sounding so great. I am in wonder. May your words keep floating like a swan on a lake.
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this is very sad and full of longing words that flow like tears. I could feel the blackbirds turning their backs .
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Yes..
You truly have a gift dear P.A.L. Nicely done. Sometimes the heart yearns to see.
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