I didn’t see her
crying on the evening beach.
I knew she was there
and why
but I didn’t see her crying there.
I wasn’t there and yet I knew
I felt her pain
because I was the cause
L’amour fait mal
the perpetrator of the hurt
As she stood over the still rock pool
pretending to be looking for the sand crabs
I heard her tears drop into the still sea water,
the ripple that I knew they were sending out
threatening to tell the world
of my reckless disregard
Without touching
I felt her sobbing against my chest
sharing heartbeats almost
hers racing
as though to beat the tide to the foreshore
mine following after to steady her haste
Her perfume floated to me on the salty air
a reminder, a tell-tale allusion to her presence
a fragrant sea-balm redolent of only her
an aroma meant to draw me to that distant beach
And yet I was not there
I had no sight of her distress
only the certain knowledge
my senses heightened by the evening’s stillness
by my guilt, and by the opprobrium I deserved
I sensed all that upheaval
the ending of a dream can bring
more hurtful
when that dream had seemed so attainable
Unseeingly I connected with her on that beach
sequestered from the torrent of words
which was to come
by the murmur of the waves
breaking upon the sand
striving for that mark
which would signal the tide turning
and come to that apotheosis
which we had once hoped would be our future
but which now seemed in doubt
if not surrendered
even stabbed in its infancy
by the daggers in my words
Awesome. I felt her pain as i read.
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Imagination is a great gift. Thank you Yasmin.
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There is a great beauty in the way you portray the pain and regret in this poem Roland.
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Thanks, Davy. I do appreciate all you comments.
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It’s a pleasure Roland. I love your posts and they always inspire some thought and a response.
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Thanks, Davy.
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You are a talented artist and weaver of words. I will share if you don’t mind.
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Thank you, Jeanne. Yes, I’d be happy for you to do so.
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So beautiful Roland!
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Very good of you to comment in such a positive way. Thank you.
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It is easy to do on such poems 🙂
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Thank you for your comment.
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Nice imagery and I could feel your regret, even if imagined. Using the setting of the beach and sea worked beautifully.
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Certainly one of my favourite settings. So inspiring. Many thanks, Laura.
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