Beneath Amethyst Skies

in the depths of my mind
i still see you there

you aged with grace
like the flight of swan
on the horizon
of amethyst skies
as they blend crimson
beneath the setting sun

i saw your wings fold
falling silent against your chest
as you took your last whispered breath
beneath the featherless shadows of time
leaving me alone
stranded on the sands
that death robs
when the hourglass 
of time stops

i still count the grains
washed upon the shores
as the ocean lashes back
in salted sprays
upon my sunken face

i look back
as my footsteps fade
beneath the rhythm
of its calmer waves
realizing i stand alone
breathless in the expansion
of mind's hold
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Ligon Avatar
December 24, 2019 at 10:48 PM
Sad, but always passionate. Congratulations on your win!
Chiri Avatar
December 24, 2019 at 9:29 AM
Sandy this was amazing and I see why you got a top sin! Congrats my friend!;)
Adams Avatar
December 24, 2019 at 3:45 PM
Thank you so very much Brenda...i haven't been over the check the list yet...busy baking cookies most the day.. more to do after dinner.... Merry Christmas to you and yours :) hugs
Green Avatar
August 22, 2019 at 3:22 PM
Absolutely beautiful, sadness and loss somehow become a thing of beauty when presented in your ink. I believe I wrote a poem with a similar title, I will have to look. But I am sure it doesn't hold a candle to yours. I loved this.
Adams Avatar
August 22, 2019 at 3:26 PM
Thank you Chris, you will have to share the title with me when you find it so i can read it....your words fall beautiful and i am sure your poem is a wonderful write! :) hugs
Marcum Wong Avatar
August 13, 2019 at 10:36 AM
Photographs are not enough to sustain that longing of a lost loved one. But memories help as does writing a poem honouring spirit of our loss. Beautiful Sandra! xxoo
Adams Avatar
August 13, 2019 at 11:46 AM
Thank you my dear friend....i always get lost in august, september, then november through january....sometimes the poems help :) hugs
Kiser Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 9:45 PM
A buttery smooth read that I had to Fav. Thanks for the pleasure of the read.
Adams Avatar
August 6, 2019 at 2:05 PM
Wow thank you for the honor of a favorite poem.... sometimes the best ones come without thought....hugs :)
Andresen Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 8:41 AM
... so beautifully described, Sandra :) - you will always miss her presence and thoughts ... (it's been eight years since my mother passed away ... I miss and think of her every day :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Adams Avatar
August 6, 2019 at 2:04 PM
thank you...she will be gone 24 years come september 1st, it still seems like yesterday....the yearning never fades, thank you and hugs to you my friend :)
Rodrigues Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 6:19 AM
Great lines: as the ocean lashes back/ in salted sprays/ upon my sunken face/ So sad and unreal when loved ones die. My Aunt would fly and visit grandkids..so alive and then she wasn’t. Love the write.
Cornish Avatar
August 4, 2019 at 9:53 PM
Dear Sandy---your Mom?---these words are beyond feeling - I can hold them
Adams Avatar
August 5, 2019 at 4:07 AM
Yes Craig my mom...it’s nearing the time of year we lost her so it always surfaces through my muse ...thank you :) hugs
Krutsinger Avatar
August 4, 2019 at 6:30 PM
A delicate feeling, and a wonderful sight you have described in this poem full of magic imagery, Sandra.
Adams Avatar
August 4, 2019 at 7:08 PM
Thank you...always trying to look for unique ways to convey my mind's visions :)
Hamilton Avatar
August 4, 2019 at 3:10 PM
I can't decide which is my fave expression, but horizon of amethyst skies, that's a special one, few write free verse like you do. The hints of nature are so appealing even though it has a melancholy tone to it!
Adams Avatar
August 4, 2019 at 3:16 PM
Thank you....i was looking at a picture of birds flying beneath a sunset of purple and red....my muse took off with the image :) hugs
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