Last Wishes

Last Wishes

I hear the far cry of you.
Your voice an echo, like the gull,
a far cry that mingles & disappears
into the white cloud vapors of design.
I hear the sun in your mouth.
It rises in blue and green to crash
into a gentle foam of words,
you leave upon the sand.
And I am sad with midnight
in the middle of a mountain
and you with no horizon
in the middle of the sea.
It is constant there and beloved.
It is your childhood & your wish,
and the hope of later years.
I am tired that I carried you there
in a box, that opened to a bag,
that opened to the grayest dust,
that fell & flew into the sea.
And what of me?
The mountains pressing my life
into measured obligations.
The mountains that I love, empty
& hollow in my heartbeat.
Perhaps in the morning,
the mist will open to the sun
in the magic of a ridge line,
while the sun swallows the dark
in the coral rising of your sea,
and we will meet for a moment,
in that one moment,
before the eyes truly open
enough to see.

Reviews

[Emily B]

I feel the deepest longings in the shadow of the mountains. Those hills echo back our heartbeats in a steady drone that never falters. There is something about a soul that is as eternal as the mountains. Something in a glance that pierces memory.

I've got a submission ready for Appalachian Heritage magazine. It's published at Berea College. I wish you would send your work in . . . I'll send you the information for it. :)

[Gandré]

I am tired that I carried you there
in a box, that opened to a bag,
that opened to the grayest dust,
that fell & flew into the sea.
And what of me? ------->> I loved this part... absolutely breathtaking poem, the melancholy is just there, it is not heavily pressing on me. Loved it. Thank you for reviewing my small poem, much appreciated.

[Collect-Eye]

very powerful..the way the emotions and images build to and from the desire in that last line

there's a force in this longing..I can certainly feel it strongly..got a little choked up reading this

[Ryan Heisel]

Perhaps in the morning,
the mist will open to the sun
in the magic of a ridge line,
while the sun swallows the dark
in the coral rising of your sea,
and we will meet for a moment,
in that one moment,
before the eyes truly open
enough to see.

Absolutely brilliant imagery. Beautiful poem!!