Above the weathered mountains steep,
I gaze over into a furious sea stare into
a blood-red sunset wondering when you
will return to me.
The passing breeze is like the breath of
love, it awakes my heart, I have held
this ground from the moment you did
depart.
At the sinking of each day, I feel that
familiar restlessness, then wrap myself
in tears, it is the cruel sea that I fear.
My memory clings to that moment when
I could no longer see the sails of your
boat, I cannot sleep, I cannot breathe,
my heart rises to my throat.
Sorrow, restless, I prostrate, I pray
only the angels know what I feel
when you are away.
In the still of the night, by the pale
moon’s chilling light, I wait, listening
for the north winds to blow, it is there
to the cliffs of my unhappiness that I
will go.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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You can very nearly *touch the despair in this piece. This one hurts the heart, and I’d say it’s an awesome rendering of pain, indeed.
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Thank you Sahm, I still get mail with many believing that what I write is my personal life; they cannot understand that it is, yes experience; or a feeling of one’s self or another person blended into the piece to create a believable story. However, in fiction that is what we are striving for, right; the pain you see my friend comes from within, the loss of two children which I channel into my writing. Good to hear from you, have a great weekend. Ann
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Ah so this is what poetry by a pro is. Respect. Beautiful, evocative, poignant.
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i can feel this piece very strongly – having lost two very close friends in the past year. One i hope may sail back to me – the other never will, but I hope to sail to him someday.
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