A Shadow On The Sea


A shadow's face adrift on the ocean,
Within the made swinging of ebb and flow,
It turns darker the more in hands it grows —
The way of her Delphic heart unchosen;
Where the hollow shell recoils and loosens
there jerking in sea hunger on the coast.
...of the waves on top within their white ghosts —
A buoy comforting in her lowness

The girl through her salt tears still passes free,
Her footprints settling death in the sand,
Where seagulls cry for there is ripping sea.
The lowest tide keeps repeating again 
...and the waves crash only where it is bleak — 
A gray wind takes her shadow, this lowland.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Etgen-Baker Avatar
December 20, 2025 at 6:19 PM
a well written but truly sad poem. Especially liked: The girl through her salt tears still passes free, Her footprints settling death in the sand,
George Avatar
December 19, 2025 at 10:23 PM
A sad poem but beautifully expressed. The sea with its ebb and flow is never quiet! Well done, dear Paige.
La France Avatar
December 18, 2025 at 8:11 AM
Paige, hauntingly beautiful ~
Buhagiar Avatar
December 17, 2025 at 1:59 AM
A poem that takes haunting thoughts seriously.
Rolland Avatar
December 17, 2025 at 1:32 AM
sadness can help the poet to conquer its land, well done dear Paige
Etgen-Baker Avatar
December 16, 2025 at 4:35 PM
a powerful but soft write, Paige. I found myself caught up in the feeling of sadness. Especially liked the last three lines. Thanks for always reading my poetry...I'm grateful for your encouragement and support, hugs
Rodrigues Avatar
December 16, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Well done! It is a sad one but well expressed!
Kauffman Avatar
December 16, 2025 at 10:34 AM
Paige, this is as haunting as waves crashing on empty sands washing away any trace of life or memory. A bleak landscape waiting to be refilled. Beautiful images of a "grey wind," white caps as "white ghosts." Wonderfully crafted! Blessings of Yuletide joy to you
Rodgers Avatar
December 16, 2025 at 8:15 AM
Dear Paige, I like how you let the imagery carry the emotional weight and there’s a softness in the way you frame longing and memory that makes the piece feel lived-in rather than abstract. Even fragile moments can hold a kind of permanence when they’re written into poetry. Words can preserve what time tries to scatter. Holiday Blessings, Dear Paige, Daniel
Daniels Avatar
December 16, 2025 at 7:00 AM
Beautiful how poetry helps the healing process, & when we add sea water & Italian sonnet it becomes even more powerful, making soft touches on the Delphic Heart, which by the way, PH, knows to choose itself because it knows its own worth. The loop spell of low tides can be broken with low lands & high lands evening out. Xxx
Theraven Avatar
December 15, 2025 at 7:35 PM
Hello Paige, Such a nice seascape in waves. Almost tangible in haunting shadows. -Richard
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