Wave

Written as the winter starts to drape its arms around us.

I've been washed ashore a stream,

Its waters were cold, and now this cold

Sinks through my clothes and my skin

Down into my bones,

Deep where it clutches like damn devil's fingers

And I shiver, shiver, shiver until

Every ounce of my being,

Every molecule crowded inside of my shell

Is now covered with ice.

Beep beep beep beep go the beats of my heart,

Faster, increasing now at every second

It goes into motion, but I'm still not moving

And I close my eyes to shield the sound,

But it won't,

It won't leave,

It drums and it echoes and reverbrates on,

And on, and on.

So fast like a humming, the drone of a bee

While the cold has reclaimed most of my consciousness

A dreamless sleep where everything remains quiet

Except that one thing,

Going so fast now my whole body's singing

And somehow a warmth emanating from there

Where my heart radiates

Till the end of my fate.

Waves of warmth weave their way without restraint

This certainty pulls me out of the deep waters

And my molecules are now awake with a vengeance

Embracing the life that flows out of my heart,

This heart,

A pillar within my chest, all of my being

And where I shall stay for the night.

Author's Note

I know it's been a long time since my last writing: I've been focused on my novel for the past several months, but now I'm back with some poetry :)

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

I have always loved your poetry, Charlène... you bring such rich emotions into your words and confess them on a canvas of colors we can all be entranced by. This is so powerful... so haunting... words that take us to the edge of self, and then deep within.