He'd pulled her
from the wreckage.
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 this 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.
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: still waters, you'll rarely see into the depths of thought which ride the day for this man.
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This brought me to tears dusk and that's not an easy thing to do. A very moving and emotional write. LOVED it🙂
oooppsss sorry about the tears Coyote. Glad you got involved with the emotion of it though, thank you.
Very emotive words d a and so well written.
Enjoy that ice cream with the grandchildren.
Andy
Ice cream with my teeth?
Several things immediately sprung to mind upon my first reading ..
the opening lines brought a whiff of 10cc so thanks for the journey ..
then the pace picked up and my heart almost missed a clunk .. I was sitting here last night writing very much along similar lines (I shall send em to ya)
then having recovered, the rest was plain sailing and so very pleasantly so ..
until I got caught unawares by the undercurrent & ensuing riptide that made me think WOW .. this guy is so very darned good at this game ... Respect & much of it DA ... N
Well thank you indeed sir for such High praise (are you sure it was one of mine you were reading?).
The loss of the physical can never erase the love or the happy memories and the way you speak of them shows such a depth of connection I'm sure shes never truly far from you. This is a very touching and heart warming poem my friend.☺
Pure fiction mate, not a part of my life. I always try to get into the emotion of the stuff i write about which is something my muse insists upon.
Then you truly have talent i was totally drawn in ☺
Thank you for sharing your memories.
It's all fiction, it didn't really happen..... my memories are much much darker .... i tried writing about them once but got so frightened of what i had written that i had to move to another address.
Thanks Rozina.
'that's exactly it!'
it's all
about those bite sized, treats
in life...
imbued with so much warmth
a great write, thanks Dusk
And those deep thoughts which overtake us at the odd moment in life.... in this episode it's when the man is supposed to be enjoying a day at the seaside but his lost love and seaside memories invade his thoughts.
Thank you LBM.
Dusk, you are certainly one of my most favorite poets to read on this site. Thanks for sharing with us.
The changing situational phrases for lack of a better description here are literally a motion picture! You story telling is impeccable dear writer. An outstanding piece dear writer.
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