On Cooloola beach we walked
for miles in soft sand
one afternoon I’ll not forget.
You picked up a shell,
said an animal lived there.
Pretty skeleton of love,
I thought.
I’d pick up a diamond for you.
The sea offers no diamonds,
just seaweed
and shells.
You made a sand fortress for our love
but forgot to put in your own room,
with mine.
Never mind.
The waves wash away dreams.
So, I write you a poem
to see
how it can rescue us from personal oblivion,
drawn out by the ebb.
Sea gulls swoop their way
back-and-forth across the screen of my eyes.
The atmosphere rolls in its white clouds
of ghastly dull thoughts
and my spine chills,
thinking of you.
I write under the showers of my summer days
secure in the belief you are my diamond,
hard
and refracting our light
into a splintered spell of illumination,
seconds still,
like a spring, uncoiled.
It is the evening after-glow
where I am ambushed
by shadows of what might have been.
My life is lax,
unwinding inelastically,
soft
and with no resolve.
Any sparkles of your essence have evaporated
to a dim vapour
with only this poem
to half-remember you.
Author notes
This is a freeverse poem of the prose written by Lyndon. The words are the copyright property of Lyndon and are used here with his expressed permission but only to be used here at allpoetry.
Thank you
A contest entry
- Free Verse Poem # 38 for "Modern" Winklings. by Lyndon.
1150 points, ended February 7, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Well, poet, yoou have striven to give voice to these words. Thank you for this effort. I did enjoy the read out aloud. Good title choice.
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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Wonderful!
Wow! This was quite an accomplishment the beautiful metaphors and words of another for which you provide title and determine line breaks and stanza formation. You have done the words justice, Ruth. Great title and logical pauses and moments to reflect in how you've divided the lines. I love it all!
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