Salty Perserverance

A look at life, what we endure, what is courage, what control do we really have, our importance as humans

Salty Perserverance

 

Locked away without a crime

A rusty needle, an IV line

Strapped down on an oppressive gurney

Helpless but my courage redefined

In between worn out lines of

Clods of dirt piled so very high

Somewhere inside my cloudy mind

The dirty curtain dashed away

Exposing curious onlookers

Phantom spirits of my life

No response or emotion in muted eyes

My life disappeared, undisturbed

Doomed to ration death molds

In crevices meticulously created

And hidden away, below the daunting days

Secrets sins haunt the orison souls

 

Reinforcing courage is attrition to mortals

It is blind and distorted, the memories’ fragility

Thwarted like garbage in a green bay,

Rips and ripples remain depending on our state

Of decay…

 

It’s the drawback of the wave,

Lying within that abandoned trough I will remain

Waiting for the tsunami’s courageous display

It is its relevanance upon that ridge of power

That ultimately fills my spirit, I wait

 

Reckless wild fury collects and pulls me away

  Receding… I am only debris

Author's Note

I always am appreciate for your input, suggestions and opinions. Thank you so much in advance for reading.

Reviews

[Briana O'Connor]

The way you lead the reader through a downward spiral of emotions is mesmerizing. I've always wondered when reading your works...What do the different colored words stand for? That is not a critique in anyway. I'm just merely curious. Thank you for sharing.

[Confuser]

Briana: someone else asked me....I thought it was ads, from here???? It must be something else; I didn't know anyone else saw it....wow, the visual of that sounds terrible too. I'm going to check it out in more detail. I'm so glad you liked the poem. You are so kind.

[Confuser]

I don't know how to get it off.

[Briana O'Connor]

Wow so you didn't do that to the words? that's really weird...

[Confuser]

Brianna: I have NO idea, unless it's something on explorer setting to show the ads???? I would ask Emily, but I've bothered her enough: now I must ask you, would you please copy/paste your review from English Violets, and put on English Violets2...yesterday logged on and it was gone....I'll have to ask somebody; suppose a moderator, but don't know who that would be???? I went up clicked on it....didn't take me to a link: I hope people don't think I'm trying to misguide them, I computer clueless.....

[Confuser]

It looks stupid!!! OMG....

[Confuser]

Now I'm LOL: CRIME....in big blue caps....I like the color....that's it

[Briana O'Connor]

Lol calm down skippy! It does not look stupid. I just figured it was for emphasis, however I did go up and look at the words and upon hovering it lead to a link right back to this poem. very strange, but I would recommend messaging one of the moderators to check it out, however I have heard that the moderators don't even visit this site anymore.

[Briana O'Connor]

my review from english violets is there, however the chapter has been deleted. it just shows the book with no posted chapters

[Confuser]

It has to be put on English Violets2: I asked Emily what I should do...the one you wrote, should be deleted....copy/pasted to English Violets2: That's my story, like I said, yesterday, it was GONE!!!! She said people shouldn't have a problem...if I'm doing it wrong, or should do something else, let me know: I'm too scared to delete English Violets, my God it could delete the entire story again. It's crazy...Got big Blue capped, whatever....my story disappeared; this is freaky stuff....oooohaaaw??? Any suggestions other than Emily's? Where's a MODERATOR....I yelling, I bet they'll run like the wind....it's only Saturday evening and I'm SO important, LOL....

[nazia]

Fabulous. that's the only words coming to my mind right now after reading your work. Life is such a traitor at times, you know not where it will take you. We make such grand plans and have so many elaborate dreams for future and in a matter of seconds its all blown away. It is such an intriguing piece Dale. Loved it especially the way you ended it :)

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Once the waves draw back with the tide, you can see what they hide. It's beneath the skin, down in the deepest caves of our soul that we hide some things. We have to watch that life doesn't lead us, but that we take it and make our own way. I see the debris on the beach, memories of what has been, not always a pretty sight. That's what I'm thinking of, reading this poem. Very deep and a bit sad also, but very well written, Dale. Thank you for sharing this excellent poetry. :) Rudi

[Tessa Danielle Guise]

I really liked that.. It was a very good poem my friend.. Keep up the hard work ♥