Hump Day Poetry – Week 11 – Relics


Can you get over it?

The pain? The turmoil?

I feel it grabbing me

Like a hand from the grave

Pulling me back

Dragging me down to that one place

We fight tooth and nail to avoid.

We set out on the right course

To forge a new life

From the crumbling relics

We both held as reminders

Of where we would never go again.

Standing upon the cliff top

We cast them in to the sea

Watched as they floundered

The surf tossing them

With no consideration for the importance

They once thought they had.

Holding hands.

We wandered down the hill

Thinking of our pasts

That in that one moment

We’d expunged from our lives.


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7 Responses to Hump Day Poetry – Week 11 – Relics

  1. Lori Carlson says:

    Wow! This is gorgeous poeming, Michael.. I love the rich imagery in this piece!

  2. Lori Carlson says:

    Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
    Such a gorgeous poem rich with imagery.
    Comments are disabled. Please visit Michael’s blog to leave a comment. Thanks!

  3. Olga says:

    Wonderful poetry expressing the journey of letting the past go. I’ve stood on that cliff top, holding hands with my inner child and trying to let go of what’s not important. The sea waves bring some of that stuff back, but I try to not connect. It just is. Loved your post, Michael. 🙂

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