The Shore

PotbellyPleb

Alone, a desolate island

Of soft, white sand blanketed

Over warmed toes

With the sea to bask in, 

The clouds to dab on firm canvases

An old world forgotten

A vacant contentedness

Names lost in the ebbing of tides

 

But there, a voice calling

Over rolling waves, a small boat

Pulls from that crystal harbor

She steps out, an ever-so present smile

Approaches from the shore

A familiar friend, she sits beside me

And gently opens a book

 

Two, lying together

Toes caked in sand, reading

With the sea to hum soft lullabies, 

The clouds to shade our pages, 

A piece of an old world

Quietly waiting

Her name both a soft reminder 

and a promise fulfilled

 

Stirring from a nap’s embrace, 

We stretch,

Close the book, roll my canvases

She stands, 

A looped arm offered

I take it, knowing

An old world awaits us

 

A boat untied, the sail breathes

Each wave rocking me to wakefulness

As I search the skyline

Knowing a few welcomed detours

lie ahead, I see her,

In her mere being

And I see the love that has come

To coax me from my shore again

  • Author: PotbellyPleb (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 21st, 2020 01:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is actually based upon a three-page letter I received from my best friend for my birthday. In the letter, she described that sometimes she feared that if one day God's hand plucked her up and settled her on a deserted island, that she would be so peaceful, so content that she wouldn't remember to miss her family or her friends. Because she would have her books to read and the skies, the sand and the fish to paint (naturally God wouldn't put her on an island without her paints). But out of all the people she knew, she imagined that I would be one of the first to hop on a little row boat and find her little island to bring her back. But we wouldn't leave right away, it's a nice island after all, so we'd take a few naps and read a few books first before hopping in our little boat and heading home...and even then, we'd take a few detours first. And I read this and thought, wow, this paragraph displays more love than any other material gift I had received that day, because I thought it portrayed a very important aspect of love, and that is pursuing someone, meeting them where they're at and getting to know they're emotional habitat. In my best friends case, it would be an island, since she is a bit of an introvert. But I fell in love with that aspect of our relationship, that willingness to meet someone where they are emotionally while acknowledging that sometimes that solitude is needed, and then appreciating the process and the journey back while maybe taking a few detours.
  • Category: Love
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  • Goldfinch60

    Super loving write, may your sailing the sea of love never end.

    • PotbellyPleb

      Thank you very much 🙂

    • dusk arising

      To read you is delightful!
      Firstly i read your accompanying words which i found very entertaining and well written. Moving on to your piece i was yes delighted. Such a joyous, warm and light hearted adventure.
      I must read more of your stuff.

      • PotbellyPleb

        I'm so glad, and I hope you enjoy!



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