Ten Years

"From an image born"

The waves lap against the pier
wind blows cold from the north
the white caps seem to spell out my name
wind screaming it like a Banshee

Every day for ten years I have come here
on this very day, the day you died leaving me alone
to survive in a world as cold and vast as  this
ocean

I stand at the end of the pier staring into the
oceans depth looking for a sign
wondering if this will be the year I join you

The sun is yawning rubbing sleep from his eyes
the cold overcast sky begins to thaw
the sun opens his sleepy eyes


Seabirds circle round me as the ocean calms
I know in my heart you don't want this
you want me to stay here without you
I want to dive into the ocean and let her
hold me like a mother holds a broken child

Child, ours as lost without you as I am
my grief overwhelming consuming me
my child living a nightmare of his own
no help from me

Selfish I have been thinking only of me


The sun winks at me
as the sea birds sing-song
a mournful melody
you within the wind
caress me as I hear your voice

I say as I walk back down the pier

I know,
not today
not today

Author's Note

many thoughts came looking at the image of the cold ocean and the deserted pier early dawn .. this is what came out

Reviews

[Christina May Shanaberg]

I always enjoyed the exercises is school, when we were to write a story or a poem about a single picture. Each story was unique, but the general emotions seemed to remain pretty uniform. This poem was finely presented, very sad, and written by a wonderfully emotional poet. If you look hard enough, you can find a story in a single blade of grass, like Robert Frost's "Tuft of Flowers" (my favorite of his poems.

[TL Boehm]

its desolate and beautiful at the same time. Achingly resolute...and rich with emotion.

[just is]

Oh wow I felt the pain and longing in this write.
Such a deep write.

[emmajoy]

There's a deep, near numb hush inside me - truly lost for words for a little. So sad yet, beautiful. Ok .. ..

'The sun winks at me ~ as the sea birds sing-song ~ a mournful melody ~ you within the wind ~ caress me as I hear your voice' .. that has a story of its own.

For some reason or other we all feel like that some time, somehow - it's just that you can write.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

as I read this I sat and wondered if you were a widow like me.......if not you have expressed the feelings well.

[MOON]

Loss feels like that even in silence" screaming like a banshee". Beautifully lyrical and poignant.

[gombeggar]

vivid

Oh Chloe, I feel this, the pain, the longing, the need, the missing... I am somehow proud of your ability how you can write just that honest, and yet not dramatic, it's perfect, deep and scerene. The time shall come one day, you're with the one again... Thank you.

E.L.

[khalid]

very nice and so much expressing feelings. i really enjoyed reading it

[quinfinn]

sometimes i feel as if i am alien to this world. every once in a while i read a poem or hear a song that somehow transports me back where i belong, lingering closely within my heart of hearts. this is such a poem, Chloe. congrats on making me feel as if i traveled to my home. thank you

[Poetic Beauty]

It is strange how inspiration strikes us and our muse sings word that we may or may not understand. This is a sad tale that you have woven in this piece but it has a beauty all its own for she walks away knowing today isn't that day.