The Silhouette

Under the full winter moon

Pregnant with the mysteries of the ages

Casting her ethereal glow

Across the water black as pitch

A silhouette of a man sitting silent

Beckoning the moon's secrets

Sits all alone

Bathed in yellow light

Hold back

Be patient

Hold the moment frozen in memory

Such a small man

In the world that surrounds him

I know you can be scared

I know you feel self-doubt

I know you can't hold all of us

Without having to lay us down

For a moment

And rest

Have your moment

While I watch silently over you

5 January 2007

Author's Note

Maybe I should explain a bit about where this poem is coming from since it's one of my favorites. I wrote this for my husband at a time when his job was very demanding and he got a job offer from another company. I stay home with the kids so he is responsible for everyone. Sometimes the pressure can be a bit overwhelming to be responsible for three people. I take care of the family and it's my job to be that rock that everyone can cling to when they feel they are drowning. Does that make sense? :)

Reviews

[JENY]

I wonder who this man…is.
Oh..your husband..
I thought…you are referring to the particular phase……of life…
Through which every human being passes in his journey of life…
Loved the feel of poem very much….
Excellent…work

[Bella-Marie]

I enjoyed this poem but not the title. I was drawn in by the power of the scenery not the people in it! If you have a different POV, though, I can also see why you like it.
Great poem. I love the metaphor about being pregnant with the mysteries of the ages.