I hear the waves contained
in shell-shocked-grey
in calcite walls, concrete
a smothered voice.
“You can never catch me”
your hair was wings
you smelled of wind.
You were fading footsteps in the sand
eaten by the waves.
… and now
the sea is tears, it’s kelp
entwined, it’s sealed
within,
… and now
the sea is calm, a rainbow sheen
“You can never catch me,
like the waves
did”
George Tooker, selfportrait
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Wow.Wow.Wow!
and you sound like the song of the sea captured in shells – so poetic as usual
I was not ready for the end!
I saw the art…I suspect he did more than paint. I wonder if he helped the horrified expressions along.
Lovely work, Bjorn, mournful as ever. Nicely done. 🙂
A sad delight dear Björn, a delight as ever.
Anna :o]
This is so beautiful, so serene, so haunting.
Oh my goodness, this is amazing. One to read over and over again.
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striking, melancholy, beautiful. It speaks of an old grief that has become part of one’s design, at least that’s what it says to me.
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I like beautiful nostalgia for a distant love!
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Mesmeric, haunting write, Björn
I admire the different personification of the sea ~
Your were fading footsteps in the sand
eaten by the waves.
One can be mesmerized and unwittingly get swallowed by emotions!
Hank
Great!!
The sea always reminds me of human blood , our living link to our humble origins
Delectable!
This poem reads just like the feeling of grasping air. You know? Like when we reach for someone, but they are too fast… and our fingers lose them. The speaker sees it all happening, hears it happening… and once the subject is gone… there is only the salt of loss.
This has a great airy quality to it. Wonderful.
Wow that works at so many levels… a very beautiful poem.
My mind went in the direction of: someone caught in an epic event (or situation) – not of their own choosing. The scene is set and the forces unleashed, only to be abandoned in “fading footsteps in the sand eaten by the waves” – as he struggles to exert control over these forces (metaphorically: the nautical elements). Anyway (ha!) that’s where my mind went!
The thought of being fading footsteps washed away by waves haunts me.
This made me think of the echoing sound heard in shells and of waves washing away the footprints on the beach. Nice.
there is the dream-like quality about this piece which resonates in the reality of unattainable goals; nicely wrought
much love…
Excellent piece, Björn. This picture gave rise to many amazing poems but I think this is my favourite.
Ah the scent of wind…lovely write…
hmmmm….so much that is predatory here: the hair taking flight, the sand devouring footprints and of course, the beckoning of the prey, that being chased. I like how that chase knocked this pastural piece a little askew (and to me in its favor). Well done and viva la.
A haunting piece….the sea holds so many secrets, so much terror in its brilliant blue water. I love to be out on it, but I am always aware of what it can take from me.
This poem is one of my favourites now. it has that longing, sadness and endless love floating all along.
romantic…love the title!
this is seriously WOW!! I ❤ these lines
'You were fading footsteps in the sand
eaten by the waves.'
Haunting, Bjorn, as always.
My stars, Bjorn, how beautiful – and brutal. Art at its best.
Plus, I LOVE the title! There’s a woodsy and wild smell my cat brought in on his fur on cold nights. My daughter and I used to fight to grab him first and sink our noses into his coat!
This piece is to be treasured.
Nice. Catch me if you can! Maybe I’m nuts but this has a playfulness to it, for me.
Ah – siren call of love lost to the sea’s waves … movingly melancholy .. wonderfully haunting … a masterpiece of a write.
Beautiful.