Sunday, April 20, 2014

I wave back at her


There is my sad face
The water is a mirror
Your heart's been stolen

Keening and rocking
I’m on the bridge to nowhere
My bones ache with love

I picture your face
And feel the warmth of your limbs
Now out of reach

I sway to and fro
To sink in oblivion
And taste death’s sharp sting

So twice I falter
Then I see this lone rower
Who smiles up at me

I wave back at her
There’s a way out of this mess
Life is not over

12 comments:

  1. Each stroke of the oar led the thoughts and turned the story..there is always someone on the shore..waving

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  2. Could you please point the way out of this mess? ;)

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  3. Love the bit about the lone rower, I can see her in my mind's eye looking up.

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  4. Haha! One after another they tumble. I love this one, OE. Hope in a wave, a chance for a chase. Nothing like a woman on water to turn a man's heart.

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  5. a 'wave' a 'smile' how wonderful and renewing; have a Happy Easter

    i invite you to link in also at Lunch Break at my Sunday meme today

    much love...

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  6. There is hope, always hope. (...that in your next poem the boy will get the girl! :-) )

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  7. There is usually a way out if we choose to see it.

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  8. Lovely upbeat ending to your sad story.

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  9. Nice visuals in this, Old Egg. I could see you both.

    Pamela

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  10. sometimes a small smile is a life preserver

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  11. Opportunities present themselves in odd ways. Truly said oldegg! Good fortune to those with goodness in their being! Nicely!

    Hank

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