You think its him?
Indistinguishable.
He said he would come?
Definitely.
But you believe?
Always.
True to his word?
(Nods).
A fog rolls in, blankets emerge
For the mist brings a cold.
You wrap yourself tight
For not even the warmth
Can stop you shivering.
You’ll hear them first
Their rhymic flapping,
Their monosyllabic squawking
The rush of air as they fly overhead
Seeking the ocean, the calm of the sea.
And you take stock of your own
An empty life devoid of touch
When was the last time you tasted love
So you shift yourself to remove the thought
Remind yourself that this is your lot.
I don’t think it’s him.
Has to be.
I’m sure he’s not coming.
Has to be.
But you hold onto belief.
Have to, no choice.
The sun comes up
Another barren day dawns
You shift a little more
Your mind dreams of what might be
As you look around at what is.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/05/05/photo-challenge-59-shadow-may-05-2015/
Haunting and aching poem Michael, beautifully written
Thank you Yves, glad you found it so.
I echo Yves’ sentiments. Aching and haunting – with such powerful flow and choice of words. Truly, a deep sense of longing shines through.
When was the last time you tasted love / So you shift yourself to remove the thought / Remind yourself that this is your lot.
The idea of “shifting” it is simply engaging – I sense this person, wrapped for warmth, moving … and it is indeed, powerfully …. well, almost personal, …. intimate. Yes, intimate.
Brilliant Michael 🙂
I’m glad you saw the intimacy in this piece MJ as that was my intention.
It was very well done Michael 🙂
We always ‘dreams of what might be’, we’re dreamers…Love the style, the dialogue with self
Thanks so much Irene, hope your day has gone well for you.
Oh this is so sad…painfully sad:( should have stopped reading after your other post. But beautifully written. I love your short lines and converations…so much said in so few words. Nicely done, Michael, even if it is sad.
Thank you Oliana, yes no laughs in this one….