Solo.
In the pit of the night tho' cold
is curtained I lie
rigidly covered with yearning
to hold you, vain hope
deciding to un-sleep and keep
me wide-eyed 'til
morning has for a certain broken.
When laid low by
solo desire I find myself clinging
close to your pillow
fondling the feel of that presence
its hollow still holds.
At last slow winning of pale over
grey dawn's first rosy
finger bids me away so I haste to
my now lightening
window to watch for high tide as
this time it may be
the one that is bringing you safe
home to me again.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A fine write Fay.
Glad you enjoyed the read dear Orchi
This really held me and the last two lines, in view of what goes before, are superb.
Ah - - thanks so much for this kind comment Michael - - I wanted to keep the phrasing simple and effective for the subject.
Great write Fay
Made me think of the tales from Matha's Vinyard and those who did not return
So pleased you found the read bringing back events and memories Andrew.
a stupendous bit o poetry, pitch perfect and singularly special... ........ Neville
Ooooh you are so kind with your comments my friend -- glad you liked the pitch and pace -
- - I wanted to keep the whole verse simple and befitting the subject.
you did good... very good x
Thanks for sharing FAY ! Our muses are on the same vibe today ! You by the Window and me by the Shore ! Broken mornings and shattered evenings. In POETRY & PROSE the Sea is often a euphamism for Loneliness & Despair. When I am on the Coast I always feel close to reality with all its vicissitudes ! Angela says the same about AUCKLAND which is pervaded by the sight & sound of the SEA ! I think my Poem upset her she is now threatening to stop me swimming in the SEA when we are on Honeymoon in Spain in 2020 ! I guess one only see a Lady in her true integrity when shes Married ~ MAMA ANGELA !
Love through Lyrics BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Yes we were on the same subject of loneliness Brian - and the sea is the culprit of much angst for those left on-shore and waiting. Thanks so much for your continued support and input to my poetic efforts - hugs to you both.
Ah the sailors girl waits, knowing all the tides. Knowing his last words. Bearing their last togetherness inside. Have todays communications taken this magic away?
Lovely how you take us through a change of moods, from reverie, loneliness to hope and joy with todays words.
You are generously kind D.A. in your assessment of my efforts to get the reader immersed in feel, force and mood of the subject. My sincere thanks for your visit and comment.
A look to the sea for the hope of a returning lover, a classic image, that ends your poem of longing. It is proceeded by some great inventful phrasings. Truly enjoyed this. _ Phil A.
Ah - thanks Phil. - - so pleased to get your visit and your kind comment.
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