Beloved Lake

I visit this beautiful lake every summer, only take special people who would appreciate it, it has brought me much happiness over the years.....until...

So it all comes out in the wash
little by little
phrase by phrase
crazy talk....maybe?
truth or dare...
Ha, these sayings that evolved from life
the devil at work!
he's peeking through the window
sunset left on the horizon
immobilized in the atlantic sky
seltzer wetting my lips
numb with the taste of familiarity
words resonating in the past tense
.....over and over again
some dude with a guitar, strumming Santana recklessly,
with each note, drop by drop, poisons my soul.... poisons this beloved spot
....my spot!
I discovered this beautiful lake, many years ago
....only good times I remember
now sweat from my forehead, stains the wood,
stains that won't erase
his voice like a rumble of thunder!
a raging storm, under his skin
tempest words, bouncing off ripples in the water
I do surrender to the beauty of the lake
I do surrender to the melting red sunset
but do I surrender to this battering ..
the steps are steep to the top, the guitar has faded
the view is heartbreaking from here on.....

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"Beloved Lake"
Hebe,
I found your authors note helpful:"I visit this beautiful lake every summer, only take special people who would appreciate it"
Just by this initial statement your love for this place is very real.
But then these words I see out of many which speak to a contrast in the beauty:
"Ha, these sayings that evolved from life
The devil at work!
He's peeking through the window"
You are a brave soul and to be commended. I see darkness within your words and pain but you have bravely moved forward to give your voice, to share.
Poems like this are really precious and full of much meaning which is hard to articulate but you have done it with style and grace.
I truly appreciated your story, your writing!
Blessings,
Kathy

[Hebe]

Hi Kathy, your words are always so kind and understanding, thank you for reading i do appreciate it. Wishing you joy and peace for the holidays

[Kathy Van Kurin]

You are so very welcome. Yup, Christmas is in the air!
Thanks for the nice response.
blessings.

[Re-Pete]

Opening line - "So it all comes out in the wash" grabs you and sucks you in wanting more. The rest is fabulous. So deep & charged with emotions. An absolutely wonderful write.

[Hebe]

That's funny never heard if that " puts a punch in the t**d bowl" He did that all right, but it wasn't the guitar player.... he was just doing his thing....some people just like to ruin everything!!

[barleygirl]

Even tho I understand all the things you're saying here, I don't follow this as a linear message with a central point . . . in short, I'm not getting a strong wave of recognition as to what this means overall. But I still do very much enjoy your word crafting around the ideas of knowing some thing or place that's precious to us, but then someone else "puts a t**d in the punch bowl" (as the old saying goes). I guess this is (for me) mostly a message about honoring what we find to be beautiful & not letting the jazzy guitar player lead us down another less-satisfying path which sullies the experience we found to be beautiful.

[Star Wolf]

How terrible, such a situation can ruin something for life. It is never the same again.

[Hebe]

Thank you so much for your review....i just remembered i submitted a poem here!

[Hebe]

Thank you ....I won't let anyone ruin my lake! ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nothing poisons the beautiful lake of a relationship worse than abuse...

the stains will not wash off...and the music has an ugly reverberation to it.

this poem has sad but beautiful imagery.

j.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem shared. You took the reader to many places.
"I do surrender to the beauty of the lake
I do surrender to the melting red sunset
but do I surrender to this battering ..
the steps are steep to the top, the guitar has faded
the view is heartbreaking from here on..... "
I love the sea and the lakes. The lines above left the reader with something to think about. Thank you Hebe for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote