I dreamt of him, again last night;
we were going away, Jack...
and me. Waiting for the ferry
to Hamburg as we did,
so many times. Holding hands
on the quayside, making plans;
we would visit the Bier Fest,
maybe, and the next thing I knew...
I blinked, and he’d gone.
I searched the docks,
got horribly lost, as I do...
even in my own backyard,
just like he always said.
Too late, I watched the ship
sail out the harbour –
he was leaning on the rail;
smiling - chatting to friends...
Not once looking back,
as I waved to him.
Comments
Highhat | March 21, 2011 - 19:05
Oh the poor girl- her love sailed away-
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | March 21, 2011 - 19:10
I guess that's one way of looking at it, Pia. But on the other hand, there are some places one doesn't ever come back from;-)
Tina
Highhat | March 21, 2011 - 19:12
Oh really Tina I didn't get this one at first then. So sad-
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | March 21, 2011 - 19:18
It is a bit, Pia. I agree;-) Tina
skinner_jennifer | March 21, 2011 - 19:49
Hi Tina,
it must be so hard to accept that someone you love
is never coming back, you expressed the feelings
of the woman so well in this poem.
Thanks for the read.
Jenny.
fatboy74 | March 21, 2011 - 19:58
Very good this Tina - sad and beautiful, the sort I like. :-)
Silver Spun Sand | March 21, 2011 - 21:21
Jenny - you put it so well too.
Many thanks for reading;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | March 21, 2011 - 21:22
And comments, such as yours, the sort I like too;-)
Thanks, fb. Very much.
Tina
Cavalcaderl | March 21, 2011 - 21:25
new Silver-Spun
Really well put, sad
when that happens to accept must be.
Well deserved cherry!
julie xx
Silver Spun Sand | March 22, 2011 - 08:41
Thanks, Julie. Pleased you like it;-)
Tina xx
lenchenelf | March 22, 2011 - 11:31
Again, you bring a gentle lyrical quality to a sense of loss, how it manifests itself, transposed, in dreaming hours. atb Lena xx
Silver Spun Sand | March 22, 2011 - 12:31
Lena - your comment is a poem in itself. Many thanks. Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | March 22, 2011 - 12:32
You sure do have a way with words, blighters rock, and I appreciate them. Thank you;-)
Tina
MistakenMagic | March 22, 2011 - 18:36
Wonderful, elusive things dreams - as you have so well captured here, Tina! Well done on the cherry :)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | March 22, 2011 - 19:18
Thanks, Magic, so very much;-)
Tina xxx
seannelson | March 24, 2011 - 20:20
a beautiful and honest poem- whether it's personal or fictional. I like the rythm and the concision.
Silver Spun Sand | March 25, 2011 - 13:28
Many thanks, sean;-)
Tina