Fear
snow fell during the night in the morning all was covered plants shiver in the wind
snow continues on the mountains under the cover of clouds temperatures rise
the day grows longer light returns the snow melts
yet, today gray is the morning all is quiet... frozen
in the early morning the world waits for the sun to rise to return the shadows
i see it in your eyes there is every reason your every step unsure
there is no place safe the sand is drawn from under your feet as the wave retreats
still, you stand perhaps it will be the next wave that will knock you down
struggling for breath salt water chokes burns the eyes
you scream with glee and wait for the next wave your every step unsure
you ride the train writing in your notebook making note of every thought
the train enters a tunnel all is darkness the world no longer bright
alone in a crowd yet you remember sunny days the sea shore
the sea gulls cry the feel of waves as they kiss the shore and your toes as well
the children gathered round gray is the morning as you seek secure footing
March 1, 2017
11 comments:
I love the layout of your poem, Annell - the words fall on the screen like snow.
The contrast between the snow and the memory of sea is wonderful... love it.
fear of shaky ground is the path of so many today. Yet dare to hope
much love...
I like the idea that the day waits for the sun to return the shadows in the first part. Waves do undermine one's footing pulling the sand back. For someone like me, who doesn't swim, it feels like I'm surfing the moving sand on the shore.
"the sand drawn from under my feet by the receding waves" ... ah, I've been there! Your very unique style fascinates me, Annell.
I guess we all have grey mornings when all seems unsure unsafe as we remember what was, when things were different.
The sun eventually shines through...
Kind regards
Anna :o]
Normal shadows would be a relief, a break in all the bad news. The sun could help with transparency, could provide some safe places. Your poem breaks my heart. Let's hold onto those memories and bring them back in a better future.
My favourite part is inside the tunnel, remembering sunny days.......
This had an almost hypnotic effect on me, as you built it, bit by bit. :)
i like the contrast between light and shadow, sand drawn from under feet and waves kissing the shores and toes...fear lives in between the space i guess....
Love the contrast between the snow and the memory of sea!
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