High Tide
18 April, 2002
Author: Red Dragon (Bernz)
One late afternoon
On the fifth of June
By the seashore
We watched the solitude
Of this vast blue: calm yet mysterious
Music is heard through the humming of the waves
We forged our dreams
Whispered our prayers
Hands, locked together,
Guarded our dreams.
They might scatter and break into bits
Like the dust, dancing in spirals,
Dried by the clever wind
Lifted from the soft and silky ground
That cradles our feet
Masked by wetness
Wetness that my lips too
Have painted on your lips
And I heard you say: "I don't want this to end"
Kneeling down, I scribbled your name
On the sand, carefully contouring
Each stroke, as a dreaming child
Warily builds his sandcastle,
A pearl-seeker would probe a pearl,
The way I have shaped your being within me
My caring heart is a locket
For your fragile heart.
I could care less about the murmurs
Of the mountains nearby
My courage has defied my fears
I am not ashamed to admit it:
I love you
Like gentle water loves
And embraces the sand on the shore.
After shades of summer
By this same seashore, I stand
My hand now abandoned by your promises
Longing for your warm and loving hold.
My heart that once enclosed yours
Still beats, not of joy
But of pain
The wounds are still taking time
To transform into scars.
The sea yet calm and mysterious
Has unscrolled to me a painful scripture
Love is a wish
Not for comfort
But for devastation.
No matter how meticulously built
No matter how secured
When the wind blows
More than a breeze
The water swells
And washes even
The sternest sandcastle.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Ruby Dragon (213.249.157.106) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 02:50 pm A one point you just described an experience in my life, that is really strange. I think this poem is amazing!! |
| Red Dragon (210.14.4.46) -- Wednesday, April 23 2003, 12:45 pm i think, silently we feel what others have been through. i told you man, you are not alone at sea... :> |
| Tarna (63.65.186.92) -- Thursday, April 24 2003, 06:43 am I can almost see you standing there on the beach your hands in your pockets remembering your love. But now it washes away the promises and dreams it once gave liquid refreshment. Soon new dreams will wash new life to you. But for now you turn away from the memory of what once beautiful that is now lost.... Nice visuals :) |
| Red Dragon (210.14.4.51) -- Thursday, April 24 2003, 11:41 pm Thanks tarna. i think poems, for them to be effective, make use of the strong descriptions words can offer...neweys, i'm looking forward into reading some of your works. |
| Tarna (63.65.186.112) -- Friday, April 25 2003, 05:31 am what makes you think you haven't already? :) (pssst!!! you have) |
| Roy (152.163.188.67) -- Friday, April 25 2003, 12:00 pm I really loved this one R/D!!! To me it's like a before and after portrait. The before was so discriptively romantic, the after seem to me time washes it away. Not that I qualify but somehow I wish I could write something even close like this! here's to you and more of your poetry. |
| Red Dragon (210.14.4.46) -- Sunday, April 27 2003, 10:09 am Thanks for liking it Roy. Well, some say that poetry is also the language of the aching heart...wonder if its true....heheheh |
| Roy (152.163.188.67) -- Monday, April 28 2003, 04:49 pm R/D I understand but this poem does something special for me---We my not be able to do it without the aching hearts sent out like prayers for the world to read something from our pritate room of thought. So I think it's true about aching hearts as most poets have one that as it come in all forms of deep compassion. |
| Red Dragon (210.14.4.46) -- Wednesday, April 30 2003, 11:58 am Seriously and honestly, I agree with you Roy. We become more effective in writing when we write from the heart. And by that I mean, we have the fussion of emotions inside beating as one....Cheers to our ideas my friend |
| Roy (205.188.208.72) -- Wednesday, April 30 2003, 12:06 pm I want more says this hungry child |
| Delphi (203.87.163.200) -- Tuesday, December 9 2008, 01:50 pm Hi Red Dragon! Your poem is full of emotions just like its imagery. Your inspiration for this poem must be so intense, be it from your real life experience or from someone else. But, I don't think this could be a work of fiction. To be able to translate such emotions into beautiful poetry, one must have experience the joy of falling in love as well as the pain endured in losing the one you love. I could just imagine the moment you fell in love, shared your vows to one another, and the tears you've wept when the relationship ended. An excellent poem... I hope to read more from your work. Thanks for sharing this piece of art to me. Ciao! |
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