still waters

dusk arising

 

 

He'd pulled her
from the wrekage.
Literally out of
her upturned car.
Life hadn't been kind.
He waited bedside
as she recovered.
A total stranger
who warmed that
empty space within him.
Twenty three years later
she'd left him
for that hope
in our minds
some call heaven.
But now, here,
on the beach,
he looked out to sea
there she was,
calling to him.
He knew she wasn't there
but oh, did he want
her to be there.
So easily he could wade
out to where she wasn't
to be together again.
But no. Reality clicked in.
Always clicked in.
There would be
no romance
suddenly gagging
for breath
inhaling gobfuls
of water, drowning.
Better his gentle drowning
of futile days
and lonely evenings.
Library lost and
bus pass drifting.
Charity weekday lunches
with the ruthless toothless.
Smile again and
shrug it off.
And think about
the next little treat
life has to offer.
Oooh yes!
an ice cream
here at the seaside
with the grandchildren.


  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2020 00:51
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  • Goldfinch60

    Our lives can have bad times thrust upon us but we can survive and eating an ice cream with grandchildren at the seaside is a wonderful bonus in our lives.

    Andy

    • dusk arising

      Thank you sir. I just thought this sort of piece provides an insight of what could lie beneath the surface of that smile on an aging face at the seaside loving the time spent with grandkids.

    • Saxon Crow

      Life always go on my friend. Thats why raspberry ripple was invented

      • dusk arising

        And the spoon mate, don't forget that's why they invented the spoon.

        • Saxon Crow

          Not me mate im old old school mate

        • LIGHT WARRIOR

          Very nice I need to read more of your work

        • Michael Edwards

          My grandkids are all growing up now and I do miss the younger years when they were so dependant and cuddly - thankfully they are all turning into young sensible people - all 6 of them. Great write dusk.

          • dusk arising

            I love my little ones to bits too. They're great for lifting the spirits as i outline with this piece. Thank u sir.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Filled with natural pathos this taste of growing older and missing what was and is now in the memory...... love and its results brings many a tear behind ageing smiles. Impressive lines my friend.

            • dusk arising

              Yes life is a funny old game and i was trying to illustrate how moody moments of recollection can cross our path at any time. Thank you for your nice words.

            • Poetic Dan

              Pow... Beautifully done!

              • dusk arising

                Little kids and dogs keep a part of you forever young yes? Thanks Dan.

                • Poetic Dan

                  That or grumpy my friend!

                • Fay Slimm.

                  The verse describes well how much a smile may cover my friend. -- loneliness inside is such a great challenge.

                  • dusk arising

                    We war our smiles like freebie Max Factor.



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