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
Each stroke of the oar led the thoughts and turned the story..there is always someone on the shore..waving
ReplyDeleteCould you please point the way out of this mess? ;)
ReplyDeleteLove the bit about the lone rower, I can see her in my mind's eye looking up.
ReplyDeleteHaha! 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.
ReplyDeletea 'wave' a 'smile' how wonderful and renewing; have a Happy Easter
ReplyDeletei invite you to link in also at Lunch Break at my Sunday meme today
much love...
There is hope, always hope. (...that in your next poem the boy will get the girl! :-) )
ReplyDeleteThere is usually a way out if we choose to see it.
ReplyDeleteLovely upbeat ending to your sad story.
ReplyDeleteNice visuals in this, Old Egg. I could see you both.
ReplyDeletePamela
sometimes a small smile is a life preserver
ReplyDeleteOpportunities present themselves in odd ways. Truly said oldegg! Good fortune to those with goodness in their being! Nicely!
ReplyDeleteHank
So positive ending! Move on!
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