To a Silver Sea At Sunset

Somewhere beyond your misty horizon
where clouds bow low to receive the sun's benediction
of brilliant amethyst and gold-rimmed glory,
and where wind shapes the sharps and flats
of an endless siren song~
does the one I love still sail home to me?

Somewhere beyond time counted and gone,
as your waves come and go and come again
to the place on shore where parting once was sweet,
where now I wait as one half-alive and existing in the shadow
of a solitary memory~
will the minutes never bring him home to me?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Jones Avatar
February 21, 2024 at 4:16 PM
This is absolutely beautiful! The words becoming colours and painting the canvas is haunting, especially when the siren song is added in. I am there, I see the amethyst and gold-rimmed glory, I am waiting for his return with you. I think you are my new favorite poet, Chetta!
Achara Avatar
February 21, 2024 at 4:46 PM
Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate it.
Empress Avatar
December 6, 2023 at 6:53 AM
I absolutely love the flow of your wordplay and imagery here. Especially amethyst line as well as shapes the sharps and flats, clever diction! Along with the evocative question too. Pleasure reading this. Congratulations on your win
Achara Avatar
December 6, 2023 at 9:06 AM
Thank you
One Avatar
December 6, 2023 at 6:05 AM
Wonderful imagery in your poem Chetta, a lovely choice for the contest.. Congratulations on having your poem showcased..
Achara Avatar
December 6, 2023 at 9:07 AM
Thank you
Rodrigues Avatar
November 13, 2021 at 5:41 AM
I’ve seen half-alive in my dad this year. He has reached, if it can be called that , the acceptance stage though I know grief comes in waves. Such a lovely poem, Chetta! My favorite part: and where wind shapes the sharps and flats of an endless siren song~
Wolf Avatar
October 17, 2021 at 7:40 PM
Simply superb poesy, Chetta. I love everything about it. Your poem, laden with refreshing images, is going right into my FAVES. Thanks, Gershon
Jones Avatar
October 17, 2021 at 3:48 PM
The lovely images equal the longing and beautiful somber mood. like it
Ebbs Avatar
October 16, 2021 at 5:02 PM
I love the imagery of, "where clouds bow low to receive the sun's benediction". True love can actually last a lifetime, but one should still be whole with the memories while it awaits new memories. ~ Ed
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