Letting Go
by Franklin Harden Jan 27, 2013
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Steady rain makes it easier, standing naked with feet in the rising tide, trying to remember times we walked early in the wet sand for miles, hardly even talking, joined in our chasing of the best times we could create. Now, alone, that world has succumbed to mundane living. I, just to stay alive, in wasted pursuit growing stronger by the hour since you left for higher ground, away from the sea and that one-time only closeness we believed would never leave. What do you have now? What do you own with close holding in the nights? How could something true to the marrow become tainted just by another's appealing words, another's Adonis form? How could I have misread such warmth? The tidal pull becomes my craft to slide me beneath, enveloped with slick softness into my sudden but beautiful aqua home, as I give way to the flow and inhaling of salty sea, becoming one with an uncaring world. |
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9 years ago
by Mr. Darcy
Hello,
free verse here. A melancholy poem about love lost. The sea used as a metaphor for it. The choice of format almost makes me feel the weight of emotion like the sea suffocating the air ways with rhythmic waves abusing them. How can you catch your breath when the waves come so soon? The sadness, loss and hopelessness is described so well that this reader can feel the pain of loosing love to another. Perhaps the worst way to loose love. At least in death it is final; you won't see them again. I would describe it as torture which is worse, is it not?
Well done and as I have read your other work posted on here. I presume all has worked out in a most 'sumptuous' way.
Take care,
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12 years ago
Gracias, Queen Amiga. You are kind. Paco
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12 years ago
Awh this poem makes me want to cry it's just that great to me!!!! hope i see your work more sweetie!!! great poem since it's your only poem right now! :) 5/5 out of me i love it!!! :)
Queen Ashlin
