having reached the breaking point
i can go on no more
it's as if i'm on the shore
staring into crashing whitecaps
should i plunge in,
or turn my back to the sea?
there's only so much time
one soul can grieve
one foot in the water
i can neither turn back
nor turn around
the beach is silent,
nary a sound
-frozen-
until time has decreed
to be swept away
with the incoming tide















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"Live like you'll never die, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no one is watching."
~Vivita
adding a poem as a favourite...who woulda thought it
.....hmm the reason? this poem gave me goose gimples ...nuff said
-gets up to close the window-
The sea is a very difficult thing to write about. Anything you may feel will inevitably seem diminished before the immensity of the ocean. The sea is constant yet ever changing, it has the capacity to wash anything...in time.
"nary a sound" that sets my teeth on edge. 'Nary' urrgghhh. Sorry, that's horrible.
I like the way you introduced immobility in the face the waves: "-frozen- , until time has decreed, to be swept away, with the incoming tide" the last stanza is by far the best. Here is the kernel of a remarkable poem.
Great potential in this, great potential.
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"…No, you’re drinking’s not up to journalism and neither, probably, is your writing. Stick to criticism mate, you don’t have to be able to drink or write."
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