Survivors astray in the ocean, you having pulled close to rescue the loner now learned the tragedy of your mistake: that despite the calm demeanor, a person is still capable of ripping apart a titanium boat to shreds. What entices me is that you wished to be split open, as you knew your vessel contained precious cargo... Yet the initial damage inflicted by tearing apart the vessel rendered it incapable of floatation, which resulted in the treasure sinking and you realizing the person was not human, but a creature that thrived off the mercy of venturers such as you. But, the creature made the decision to linger among the debris.. and you, as the victim in need of help, only look upon the one responsible with indifference, hence the deep breath. Perhaps you expected it because you ventured so cluelessly into dangerous waters.. or perhaps you expected retribution for past sins. How compelling.. How enticing.. How poignant.. I quite enjoyed this, and the complex tale told in between the lines of the poem.
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11 Years Ago
I quite enjoyed reading your review Tai...always a pleasure to have you on my page.
This is a very compelling, emotional write, evocative of one conscious of being
Aware of drowning into the very depths of the wounds upon their heart, yet
Their heart still yearns to open up to once again give love, hoping this time,
Will receive love, unconditionally.
Exquisite poignant imagery your words captured in this write.
Your gift for words, Frieda...is truly astounding! Thanks for sharing :)
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11 Years Ago
Thanks for this glowing review Barrie, muchly appreciated. :-)
Oh Frieda this is really clever! Your talent never ceases to amaze me. The metaphors and imagery you use are always so strong and perfectly placed. I think I have more of your poems in my library than anyone else!
This is sad and stunning.
I like the way Frieda use very few commas in the first verse, the crazy I suppose gives it a nice converstational felling too, before the slight change of mood in the last verse.,like this.
These lines are the jewel of the poem. We struggle and struggle to reach the top, even when it appears to be futile, still we try. You've written a poem of perseverance.
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11 Years Ago
Thanks so much Anne, jazzed that's where you went with this one my friend.
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..