Ocean waves soak into the sand,
eye-catching residue frowns cover the beach.
I've become an outsider to him.
There are no contacts or loving notes,
given my crimson shedding lost its color.
It's been three months since my last assurance.
Swells filter sand through my toes,
dregs scuttle along in the undercurrent.
Daylight withdraws and slips away,
allows darkness to enter and cross its threshold,
swallowing my puffed-up silhouette.
Solitude conquers my character,
his insult eradicates my spirit.
I sit here on my own...
until the first rays encompasses me,
stirring a sense of hope to repair my self-worth,
surrendering myself to face my Catch-22.
Wow This is very powerful and intense
Your poem reflects true feelings of the fear
Trying to grasp what was really going with Michael because
He should never had left you waiting
Wow he is in deep!!!
Excellent Imagery And choice of words
Outstanding write and floooooooooo
Love And Peace To You Always....Morning Star
Naughty, naughty of you Michael, to have left this sweet lady poet waiting at the beach! Never mind, Barbara, God has an even brighter tomorrow just waiting for you. No man's an island. You, on the other hand, are one terrific poet, full of love and compassion. Something old Michael obviously lacks. Check out the next wave...there might be a special someone surfing in...just for you!
God Bless
Love, Lena
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 13, 2007
This is quite a contrast with your other poem. I find it ver pwerful and very introspective. Great one. Victor
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 12, 2007
The waiting and longing is almost so sad in this beautiful piece.
Thank you for sharing,
Joselyn
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Very nicely penned, my friend.
Chrissy
Your poem reflects true feelings of the fear
Trying to grasp what was really going with Michael because
He should never had left you waiting
Wow he is in deep!!!
Excellent Imagery And choice of words
Outstanding write and floooooooooo
Love And Peace To You Always....Morning Star
God Bless
Love, Lena
Thank you for sharing,
Joselyn
Credit For Write...PS Like All Else FEAR Comes Out Of Mind,i.e. Run URSELF Out Of It With UR LEGS...
TRASK
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
a good write
john+
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