Contemplating the Depths

Tonight, the girl explores
how the grains of sand retreat
from the harsh steps that her feet
take along deserted shores.
Not so long since eager bride
took a husband by her side
until death?
                  the moon said no.

The water hums and roars
while the winds temper the heat
from the burn of his deceit
and his words down empty shores -
how the passion now had died,
nothing more could she provide.
'did he love me?'
                   the moon said no.

Empty now, the dresser drawers
lying open in defeat
letting his soft smell retreat,
lost forever from these shores.
She wondered: 'if I cried
would the waves or would the tide
even notice?'
                    the moon said no.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Lucas Avatar
November 15, 2008 at 3:18 PM
AWESOME!! Loved it!! Forget the moon, go with the waves! Wood
Huscroft Avatar
October 15, 2008 at 5:45 AM
lovely use of enjambment, repetition and rhyme all add up to a very satisfying read.The forlorn image of the dresser drawers lying open "in defeat"is very vivid. the whole poem conveys an overwhelmung sense of loss. BRILLIANT r
Anos Avatar
October 13, 2008 at 7:39 AM
There is always, in feeling of insignificance, a deep sense of loneliness. ANd often pouring the sadness out really helps.. this done so creatively and so beautiful leaves one awed. Did I made sense? I hope so.. I think I caught the mood in this poem.. Sigh! Brgds. George
Winter Avatar
October 13, 2008 at 6:14 AM
Wow. LOVE this. So sad, so sorry. The moon had to be the bearer of such bad news. Your writing is brilliant. Love, Shar
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