Tidal

by sibyllene   Dec 7, 2011


The wave approaches,
silently.
In the frigid deep
the water pulses
invisibly, lightning
fast.

We are standing on the edge
of a dark river, air puffed like
flowers on our icy breath.

I caper around rocks,
silly with love and cold.
I wonder, idly,
if you would ever
propose to me there
on the banks of
swift obsidian water.

My phone rings, and
the dark wave crouches
like a beast behind your back
as you turn for a moment
to put out your
cigarette.

A pause, a question,
a few anguished, mumbled
words into the receiver,
and you return.

There, for the first time,
you see the water rising
like fate in my eyes.

What's happened, you
say. The wave
roars as it
breaks.

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  • 12 years ago

    by A lonely soul

    This poem reaches to the very insides of every woman in love who has waited patiently for this moment to arrive, but was disappointed. The expectation of some day to be proposed to by her lover, for the ultimate in fulfillment. The images painted here ...waiting in frigid weather, by the banks of a dark river with flowers on our icy breath, feeling the chills of "love", and yet that expectation unfulfilled that day....as the approaching wave (of expectation), raises immense expectations
    There, for the first time,
    you see the water rising
    like fate in my eyes.
    but the wave (the moment) simply passes by and breaks on the rocks with a great roar. Riveting, from the insides of a master poetess!

    (Judging comment 12-11-11)

  • 12 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    The writer here chooses to approach her situation with "story-telling" tone and she starts by explaining the scenario beautifully and while this poem, is not so long at all you could say so much about it,her words were chosen carefully and what I loved the most about the poem was the attention to detail for sure. you could picture everything so perfectly in mind,

    I love how the title relates directly to the feeling this piece creates..whilst reading my emotions rose and fell too..and its the way the emotion in the beginning of this piece seem so distant from the emotion she ends with make this piece special not too mention that her vocabulary was exquisite,and was set to rest perfectly between the complex and the simple.

    Amazing Job

  • 12 years ago

    by retha

    Fab ! I could feel the cold hand grip the ice of a heart ashore as the dice rolled twice.

  • 12 years ago

    by Skyfire

    Anguished and lovely. I'm drawn into the feeling even without knowing the origin. A truly beautiful poem in my opinion!

  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    CONGRATS SIBBBBBB:)

    You brilliantly deserve the WINNNNN