On The Cresting Sea
Lapping of water at her feet
Broken image of the moon on the water
The blossoms in ruins, her dreams remain unspoken
Through long, still nights
There is a lonely longing she cannot name
All is lost and covenant broken
The things of love and beauty all but memories
She is wistfulness and she is melancholy
Another night approaches on swift silent wing
And she is just drifting on the cresting sea
Hovering on a whisper, riding on lengthening shadows
And once again, nothing has changed
She reaches out for him and touches loneliness
In the darkness and in the languishing years
There is nothing
But the silence of a falling tear
© Ann Bagnall 2020
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Another masterful piece Ann…thanks for sharing!
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Thanks Wendell!
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Reblogged this on Siren Whispers and commented:
Such a beautiful melancholy in these words…
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Thank you!
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My pleasure. Smiles.
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Powerful and painful.
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Thanks Blair – in its first iteration it was actually much darker, but I softened it because I’m not entirely comfortable with taking my poems quite that far on the pain scale – this seemed a good balance.
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You’re welcome. I think, you achieved it with this poem. 🙂
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Reblogged this on georgeforfun.
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