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Clovelly

And this lot ?
Don't they know
about the spry old lady
set upon and vanished
at the opposite end of the bay ?
I was once bold as this lot,
but I didn't like 
what I couldn't see
peering into the secretive deep.
The last to leave me here
looked thoughtful enough,
perhaps, though, only
to mirror my own gaze.
Had my hand been too fond 
or too cold ?
I still don't know her,
but I may have known the rest
only, somehow, in her.
She sailed with regret, perhaps,
but secured her children
as only a mother could do.
Neither they nor she
would be set upon,
nor vanish at this end of the bay;
they vanished from me, 
though not from the bay,
she vanished only from me.

15th August 2020

Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2020

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Michelle Faulkner Date: 8/23/2020 12:48:00 PM Hi Lawrence, this is so wistful and melancholy - there are some mysteries we can never solve, and being left behind can leave a permanent wound- Login to Reply Lawrence Sharp Date: 8/24/2020 12:11:00 AM Quite right, this set does cover some lost ground. Thanks for stopping by.

Harry Horsman Date: 8/20/2020 10:47:00 PM A tragic loss, the poetry amazingly infectious. Login to Reply Lawrence Sharp Date: 8/21/2020 8:32:00 AM Thank you, Harry, very encouraging words from a poet of your standing.

Brandy Nicole Date: 8/16/2020 6:20:00 PM "I still don't know her" There are so many emotions within. Perhaps you want to know her. Perhaps she feels overwhelmed. So many thoughts to ponder here. Perhaps you can enlighten me. ~ Brandy Login to Reply Lawrence Sharp Date: 8/17/2020 6:43:00 AM Glad you enjoyed, Branderz. It would take a lot of time and space to start explaining where this set comes from, but I'm always pleased if it somehow resonates with the reader.

Freddie Robinson Jr. Date: 8/15/2020 11:07:00 PM Very moving poem of deep introspection, Lawrence! Your sharp analysis of those innermost cove emotions is soul jarring. Powerful poetry per usual from your eclectic quill. Let love and peace be bestowed upon you always. Login to Reply Lawrence Sharp Date: 8/16/2020 6:35:00 AM Thank you so much, Mr Fred, always good to have your feedback, my friend.

Robert Lindley Date: 8/15/2020 4:31:00 PM You weave such so well my friend. I think I will stay away from the ocean for a long spell.. A fav... God bless.... Login to Reply Lawrence Sharp Date: 8/16/2020 6:33:00 AM Thanks for support, my friend, and for fave.

Vijay Pandit Date: 8/15/2020 2:19:00 PM This event has you in deep thoughts my friend..so sad is the ending..they vanished from me, though not from the bay, she vanished only from me... Login to Reply Lawrence Sharp Date: 8/16/2020 6:32:00 AM Thanks for visit and comment, Vijay. Yes, extraordinary events, but, more than that, some raw remembrances.

Eric Ashford Date: 8/15/2020 10:26:00 AM This feels like a play upon a true tragic event. I like how you weaved this tale from from a multiple point of view ( or so it seems to me). The last reply to this poem also seems to hit he mark. Excellent. e Login to Reply Lawrence Sharp Date: 8/15/2020 11:14:00 AM Yes, a true life (or death) event does feature; and yes, there is more happening than that alone. Thanks for stopping in.

Silent One Date: 8/15/2020 8:08:00 AM Your poem reminds of people who become invisible to others, especially, when only some remember, and its a good thing that you remember... Enjoyed your poem... Login to Reply Lawrence Sharp Date: 8/15/2020 8:20:00 AM Thanks for stopping in, Si, very glad you enjoyed. Your perspective is certainly a quite close insight into one of the numerous elements that feature here. If you like, you might also look at the one I posted yesterday, 'Then, Sunny Cove', which is the first of a set.