Poem - 24 October 2021, 15:42

SALT + MOON

Oh... to breathe this painted
picture
To be the brush that lived it
To be the eyes that loved it
To know the soul that felt it

But I no longer know these things
This painted scene calls not for
me
And I might never own this shore
or recognise it anymore,

But once though, once...
My heart beat here...alive and
bold and red
I too once tasted salt and moon
and relished every tread

But now I cannot find this place
Or hear the wave's high rise
But once though...once,
I sailed with stars
Back when I was... alive

M P 23/10/21

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Lorna24 October 2021, 15:47

Chilling!!.. really enjoyed this
lorna xx

Marion31 October 2021, 15:43

Thanks so much Lorna x

Jill Tait25 October 2021, 00:06

❤️❤️❤️

Being Me25 October 2021, 00:39

Ohhhh.....hugs.

But now I cannot find this place

Or hear the wave's high rise

But once though...once,

I sailed with stars

Back when I was... alive

Hugs again. This poem is pure, unfiltered emotion. And the tears spill across the page xx

Marion30 October 2021, 09:00

Thankyou love Xx

Gwendoline25 October 2021, 06:58

Marion this does bring a chill to the bones. You captured that eerie detachment brought from death. There is such a raw sense of loss and sadness in your phrasing. An echo of what once was felt that can no longer be found. Very well penned my friend 💗hugs xxx

Marion30 October 2021, 08:32

Thanks love ❤