THE DARK CLOUD

She ambles over rocks covered with yellow-green moss

down to the sea's edge, a memorable place to breathe

she glances to her left, there lays a broken row boat

her father built it when she was a wee child

she helped him, and both were boastful

those were the days of frolic with naught a care

they rowed together in the cool bay, just the two

sometimes they would catch a small fish, big pride

Those were sunny memories

as of late, they roll into a dark cloud

a first love, so much hope

a promising future, replete

with hugs, smooches, smiles, smells, laughs, cries

becomes a perpetual mystery, unsolvable, shocking, fearsome

her spirit withers with each passing day

she expects letters, they cease to arrive

she queries the source

answers unclear

time being, she nudges her tanned feet in the bubbly sea

all the while presuming the bottom must be

breathtaking, though frigid waters are certain death

Reviews

[Just Kim]

Nicely written poem, love the ending a lot

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Kim, appreciate it
Betty

[Danny Metcalfe]

The ending to this poem are really lovely. There is a dichotomy to it that creates the perfect balance needed in life.
Nice work. :)

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks for your review Danny, appreciate it!

[Patricia]

Oh my, this has so much sadness in such a small poem and kudos on that which is how I like them short and powerful not that I achieve it but you most certainly did. Love it

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank so much Patricia, appreciate it.

[Lorry]

This reads like a return to the scene by a woman who was once a girl and how much has changed in her personal life, as well as in the greater scheme of life.
Do we, the adult become more or less of the child we were and would we even recognise each other if we passed in a parallel universe? I like to think that grown up me would be trying to convince youth me to come jump in puddles, but maybe I was just a serious child and a silly adult 😊
Ps... Saw you posted another part to cool Joe, will hopefully review soon, if the glitches allow. 😊

[Betty Hermelee]

Hi Lorry.. actually this was supposed to be a kind of a metaphor: the broken row boat and the whereabouts of her sailor lover who is missing at sea, and may be at the cold bottom .... thanks for your kind review!!! Betty

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks for dedication to reading COOL JOE, I really appreciate it!

[Lorry]

You're weclome... Welcome even