My Tears Are Not Enough

by Ben Pickard   May 7, 2018


The crunch of shingle on the shore
Is still what haunts my dreams the most;
Your ragged form, all bruised and torn,
Will ever blight your youthful ghost.

The ripples taunt as I gaze out
And seem to freeze my feet with glee -
The echoes of your screams and shouts
Complete my guilty misery.

The mountains press on every side;
The clouds seem closer than before.
I cannot dwell and can't abide
The memories that plague the shore.

I only turned a little while!
Then yelling and your wails were all;
The lake and hills are now defiled -
Each summer is a howling squall.

Know this, as I now glance upon
The lake you loved with blissful glee:
I never meant to leave you here -

I'm sorry,

Love Daddy.

--

Ben Pickard 2017

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  • 1 month ago

    by Dream Astronaut

    Oh my, read this and thoughts will haunt me for a while. If this was real, a father would find it hard to enjoy something as beautiful as the ahore again. He may never look at it the same way again. Sad, haunting and very well described emotions. I’m glad I read this. Your works continue to inspire me so thank you. Favorited this.

    • 1 month ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Charmander. I should point out that this wasn't literal. I had an awful nightmare about this scenario which inspired this rather miserable write!

  • 3 months ago

    by Tony

    Judge's Comment

    In iambic tetrameter, surprise surprise, Ben (Pickard to alleviate confusion) illustrates a beautiful shoreline with a mountainous backdrop. Right from the start I was hit with unease at the idea of crunching seashells underfoot, and knew something must have happened at this beach. The personification of the ripples freezing someone in place while they are assaulted by ghosts of their past was a particularly devious imagery. Then to add to that... the mountains are pressing in and the clouds are heavy, with sadness yes, but also with guilt as the reader later finds out. I was quite literally moved to tears at the last stanza, with the image of a child lost and a heartbroken father. This poem is well, and technically, written; rhymed beautifully throughout, and tells a heartgripping story.

  • 5 months ago

    by Pinkie Pot Cheeks

    This piece went straight to my heart!! Thank you Ben for posting this for us!! And Congrats!!

  • 5 months ago

    by Mark

    Well deserved win, congrats

  • 5 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Congratulations on a very well deserved win. Milly x

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