By the Shore

For a contest

Waiting by the lighthouse for him to return

Eyes locked on the horizon  slowly pacing 

Embracing the shawl around her pale slender shoulders

Clutching hope as time is erasing

 

Hair once colored brown now sparkles grey from the sea

Her feet weathered from walking the shore

Love is timeless as the waves, strong and ready to endure.  

Author's Note

Random thought

Reviews

[Gandré]

this is sweet. strangely, it reminds me to something I've read in a novel...about a certain population of tortoises....in neu guinea....there is one kind of them which is totally wiped out. and there is one male representant - and he is on the shore calling for her....with a very pecial sound..but she never will get it, the female one doesn't exist anymore...for only one certain tortoise could hear his calls... and so this repetitive tragedy...I thought about this woman in your poem, with her grey hair..walking up and down this shore. However, I perceived this way..What a wonderful writing and beautiful metaphors... I loved it ! favorite.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A very nicely written poem. Great imagery. Good luck in the contest. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Michael]

I grew up on an island and we have a ghost story about "Mary the Wanderer" You poem reminded me of it. It said she died in storm wandering the beach waiting for her love lost at sea to return and today when the dew in on the dune, she can be seen wondering the beach.

Even though it was not your intent, thank you for the memories from my childhood.

Great job!