Barbara Aquila Poet Free verse

The Break Up

I was in a bar
dragging the bottom of the sea 
                                     for lost objects
No words he gave me to hold onto
                                     words left unsaid
                                     splintered and worn
                                     unseaworthy
A choice of flight
              a wing spanning time and space
              a raven or a dove
Something was gripping his mind
The sweat of struggle which shows no sign...

I was in a bar with him
Sitting in shadows
Listening to disjointed conversations clamoring
                                       like ravenous birds
                                       dense discord...
                                       He had blue eyes
                                       watercolor blue
We left
He was blue darkness standing in an alley
The wind was blowing and I imagined
it had not the strength to touch him
                                       to finger the strand of hair on his forehead
                                       to ruffle his shirtsleeve
The wind in my soul had not the strength to move him
                                       Like a beggar, I searched his eyes.
I walked away
He stood there, still...
with darkness behind the blue.

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Sylvia Coulstock October 1, 2018 at 6:57 AM Such a lovely piece Barbara even though sad.Descriptive and soulful it really touched me.

Warren Doll August 13, 2018 at 8:45 AM I can see and feel the scene in this well written poem, Barbara

Sylvia Coulstock August 12, 2018 at 9:44 AM This is beautiful Barbara and yet so sad and very moving it touched me deeply. I couldn’t help but feel for the scene you depicted so eloquently. Barbara Aquila August 12, 2018 at 6:34 PM It was a very hard time in my life. This piece is a companion piece to the poem, Filip. Thank you Sylvia