Drifting

I remember days of such closeness,

when I could talk to you about anything.

You were my best friend.

The one I could trust above all others.

You always told it to me straight, 

never mincing words, 

but always being kind.

The message was always delivered 

with love.

You always knew, 

even without me saying, 

when something was wrong.

As I got older I kept my troubles to myself, 

telling you only after the fact, 

never wishing you to worry.

But now when I need your words most,

when I need the comfort that only a mother can bring,

you are drifting away from me,

your memory fading

your grasp on the here and now

adrift

and no matter how fast or hard I paddle

I cannot get any closer to you.

The fog is settling upon the water

and you are disappearing from view.

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The lure to ride the waves

I wish to be on a board in the sun.

The swells of the sea undulating beneath my open thighs

As I scan the horizon

It’s peaceful

And yet exhilarating

My memory is strong

Three summers gone

The board is long

And unwieldy

As I am not used to its length

Or weight

It was purple and white

I recall an intense feeling of excitement

Building within

One for the bucket list

A girl of the sea

I had always been

But had never taken the plunge

And ridden the waves before

At least

Not on my feet

The adrenaline that I feel

Being tossed and turned by

The ocean’s current

Should frighten me

Make me more cautious

But I’m addicted to that high

The way it makes me feel

Invincible

When I emerge from the surf

Smiling

And breathless

But balancing upon fiberglass

And the power of the sea

That was a new test

As with everything new

I was focused

As well as thrilled and nervous

But I was all in

And all in it turned out to be

I’d ride the waves to the shoreline

Flying off into the water

Before I made land

Laughing and paddling out to try once more

Except for that last time…

Like every other attempt

 I caught the swell

And rode the wave to shore

But that final time it came faster

The surging current swiftly moving inland

Like a bullet train

And I was caught off guard

My board hit the sand

Flinging me off

Pitching me face first into the sand

A horrifying sight I’m sure

To those sitting there

I managed to stand up

Sand in my mouth

And my head ringing from the impact

Not realizing the damage I had done

The wounds caused

And just how lucky I had been

But despite the danger

Despite what happened

The lure to ride those waves again

Tugs at me

As the ocean does to the shore

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*Continuing with my (apparent) aquatic theme, this is not new but from two summers past. And the lure still tugs at me.

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Amaranthine

It was a moment suspended in time,

one she returned to again and again.

As brilliant as the brightest star

shining in her midnight sky,

it became an amaranthine memory,

neither waxing nor waning

as the moon

but perpetual as the ocean’s tides.

Her fingers traced its outline

reminiscing,

the heat captured within

warming her

still

its colours remaining true

through time.

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Autumn girl

She blew through his life

like the fiery leaves of Autumn.

Her dance

as graceful as the wind

and as vivid

as the Fall colours

scattered across the ground.

The passion in her movements

leaving an indelible memory

to warm him through Winter.

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©SirenSong1208

Artwork by Christian Schloe (thank you Dievca!)

 

 

Memory

She is

page after page

of memory and moment

in the memoirs of a poet.

The golden sunlight of her soul

gilding the text

with her warmth.

As he fingers the pages

in remembrance

he feels her responding caress

from a distance. 

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©SirenSong1208

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Footprints

Do you ever wonder about the footprints we leave in others’ lives?

The difference that one person can make

Whereas another barely registers…

Some footprints are so subtle and faint

That we wonder if they were ever there at all

A fleeting effect on our world

Yet other footprints are bold and deep

Full of purpose and intent

Prints felt and perhaps seen for years

Their impact indelible

As even years later we remember

A distant memory returning to us

Sometimes good

Sometimes bad

But always a part of us

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Nurtured

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