Erosion

with one hand, you held the granulated heart

            of our beach --

black like the grit of sand scraped from paper,

or pulverized coal just beginning to form diamond dust

 

I watched it slip through your ink stained fingers

in a shocking waterfall of wasted memories

 

each grain told a story, but they were lost to the breeze --

            laced fingers and lovesick eyes,  

            abalone shells glowing iridescent

            on Moonstone Beach,  the first time

            we tasted nirvana on our tongues

nothing more now than a pile of earth at our bare feet

 

because you forgot how to pronounce my name,

and I could no longer hear your voice when I cried

 

my own hands were not enough to gather the remains

            of our broken stars --

I watched the last trace of us linger above the tide line

before returning to the earth, where stolen moments

find lasting embrace in slowly eroding shores

Reviews

[Frieda P]

The ache from this relationship is palpable on your page Friday...love your play with nature, stars, sand, earth, diamonds, they all blend in traces that come together on that eroding shoreline. I felt this one!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you, my friend!

[K. Louis]

I have to agree with Pryde...you really had me there with the last few lines; they were strung together so well...and I felt the pain of a relationship fading away. "because you forgot how to pronounce my name, and I could no longer hear your voice when I cried" this line really captures those feelings after a breakup...the final, before the move on..becoming strangers. but something about the ocean at the end just feels like renewal. I really enjoyed this. Very well done.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so very much!

[Pryde Foltz]

I watched the last trace of us linger above the tide line
before returning to the earth, where stolen moments
find lasting embrace in slowly eroding shores

Such an amazing finish to a splendid poem. Really blown away by those last lines, Sarah. Formidable.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you so much, my friend!

[Luke L]

Lovely piece. A little painful, but I love the feeling of the memory you captured

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you, Luke...there was pain, but beauty as well in terms of the emotions behind this one.