Wednesday 27 September 2017

I held your soft hand


I held your soft hand
As we both strolled on the beach
Sea murmured welcome

The morning still young
As the sun pushed over the sea
Lighting our faces

You shed your sandals
Then ran to the waters edge
Squealing at the cold

How I loved you Joan
As you turned to wave at me
Was that your goodbye?

The sun climbed upwards
Rising above the coastline
Waking the whole world

I turned to find you
Now coming back towards me
Your eyes said it all

Walking off the beach
We didn't say much at all
The sun on our backs


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14 comments:

  1. A bit of mystery here, but I love it and how it follows this joyous/painful middle: "The sun climbed upwards
    Rising above the coastline
    Waking the whole world'

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  2. I enjoyed reading this Old Egg, as Susan says it's a bit mysterious.

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  3. A beautiful romantic tribute to Joan
    Was it her goodbye?

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  4. Luv yor backdrop of the rising sun, a very different approach to the prompt, Robin

    "The morning still young
    As the sun pushed over the sea
    Lighting our faces"

    MUCH LOVE...

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  5. The realization of the end, before it ends. Probably the saddest, loneliest time of all.

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  6. It touches and moves deeply towards the closing lines.

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  7. "Was it her goodbye?" That question alone is heart-wrenching.

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  8. And we're all left to wonder -- WAS it her goodbye? Beautifully written!

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  9. Clearly it was not Shakespeare's greasy Joan who keeled pots because her hands were not soft.

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  10. Such a beautiful moment, remembered. The edge of pain at such deep love, knowing one day the beloved will pass on........but the glory of having loved so deeply and so well. A gift. One of my favourites of yours, my friend.

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  11. Ah - somehow I feel this is not the end of the story!

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    1. You are right. This is a fictionalized account of of what happened when I was 17. After we were both widowed we reconnected in our late 70's after both our partners had died even though we live on the opposite side of the world to each other. It is warm comfortable feeling that we are friends still.

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  12. The flames of a past romance reignited. Simply beautiful.

    Click to read my 100 words!

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  13. Connections like these....brief or not always stay with us. This is lovely!

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