you are important, an ocean
to a mermaid. but all i have are your
blue footprints, small as an ear
or the sound of a seashell.
i am lost, lyrics with no wind,
words with no voice. a river
with no corse. you grew upon
my foundation, becoming
78 percent water, spreading
yourself across my earth.
but now i am a drought,
sputtering, i can not even cry.
we lowered you in, an anchor.
(but what’s the use of a buried
anchor that will only tug
on my wandering heart?)
your white coffin,
i can’t imagine how it harbors
you. i can almost hear you crashing
against its wake. it rained as if the oceans
were draining.
please, stop the sound of flowers
hitting your grave. waves constantly
reminding.
Author notes
for matthew john.
a second draft.
please critique.
peace to all ~flight
A contest entry
- enough mooshy love crap-give me real, raw, honest...that'll make me happy. by jinsays.
706 points, ended November 22, 2009, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this is beautiful and terribly sad, thanks for taking the time to enter, and I wish you all the best.
love,
jin -
this is perfect.
this belongs in a book.
i can't even begin to describe how you've moved me.
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awww, thank you!
peace to all ~flight
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