Velvety Red
velvety red on the shore           the surf reflects every color                  of flaming sunset
it is an audible outcry               a blinding scream                                 slip from my sandals
call your name                         scratch it on the sand                     washed away by the next wave
it has been months/years          it all happened long ago                       and yet
your tender touch                    remains in memory           like first sunshine & morning dew                               
i open the cask                         tears spill upon the ground                   become arroyos
in the dry foothills                    thoughts of you disappear                    like smoke
stir the stew                              there is no consolation                          for loss
a boulder                                 shaped like an elephant                          sits on my chest
i remain exhausted                   the story classic                        yet, the heart still beats 
March 26, 2017
 
 
10 comments:
'your tender touch remains in memory like first sunshine & morning dew' i could feel it and also the elephant like boulder...
Ah yes "the heat beats" for life goes on and loving must continue
Have a good Sunday
much love...
So true - there is no consolation for loss..but the heart beat goes on nonetheless.
You capture the fatigue of loss and grieving so well - that weight on the chest, no consolation. Beautiful imagery and emotion in this poem, my friend.
Such a heart-stirring write.
No, there is absolutely no consolation for loss...but those beautiful gems that remain in memory, oh how brightly they can shine, "like first sunshine & morning dew" even so long after! Lovely, Annell.
An emotive cascade of finely drawn images that convey the stirring of ‘lost’. Wonderful writing!
How well you conveyed that feeling of perpetual grief when a loved one dies. Each of us copes with that loss in our own way but sdaly the memories of past times always bring tears with them. (But how you tested me with that small font!)
A happening long ago is but a moment for the grieving soul.
A wonderful poem, annell!
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