Washed ashore a wish
of something more; a hush of
shell-trapped sea
a tense of past or future lost
or maybe just for me
alone.
You wind,
you held us tight, her hair
a shawl around my neck.
You shore,
why don’t you tell the way
her ships have left.
And there
a bottled message
(water-logged farewell)
for me to find.
The ink has bled,
to nothingness, and there
I realize how close to
tears the water really rests.
I host dVerse Open Link tonight. The last before we are going on vacation. Please come and link up.
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December 15, 2016
Wow. This is gorgeous! Her hair as a shawl around your neck is my favorite image. Also the last two lines.
Oh, now I see the dangling “hush-shove.” Very clever, B.
Beautifully penned Björn, the opening lines ‘Washed ashore a wish
of something more; a hush of shell-trapped sea’ are so gorgeous and it flows all the way through to ‘I realize how close to tears the water really rests’. Thank you again for all your hosting and support and I wish you and your family a very blessed festive season and a happy, healthy and creative 2017 :o)
This is soo incredibly beautiful, Bjorn! Especially; “I realize how close to tears the water really rests” is such a tangible image!❤️
The sea, oh yes, our watery salty womb, from whence we crawled up on the land & began our residence. Your closing lines are killer, & your rhyme scheme is clever–sort of a sailor’s shanty.
I finally wrote a new episode of BLACKTHORNE, hope you will dig it. Thank-you personally for helming dVerse over stormy seas. 2017 should bring us all more creativity, insight & joy.
I had to read it aloud first as I always had trouble with the tongue twister ‘she sells seashells….’ Once I’d overcome the tongue twisting, the word play shone out at me. That first stanza sounded like the sea, with ‘Washed ashore a wish
of something more; a hush of
shell-trapped sea’.
I love the way you directly address the wind with that wonderful image:
‘you held us tight, her hair
a shawl around my neck’.
That’s a marvellous image of the ‘water-logged farewell’ in which the ‘ink has bled, / to nothingness’, crowned by the final two lines.
Wowsers Bjorn -and such fresh ink too! You really wrote this fresh today?? Brilliant… Such poise and beauty here – apparently effortless too – which makes it all the sweeter…
I wrote this in about 30 minutes… my poetry usually starts from just gluing two words together. I should probably edit my poetry a bit better, but that’s later if I decide to publish.
Smitten by this, Bjorn. The subtle use of internal rhyme, the cadence, the line breaks–all so good.
I love thinking about the stories the shore would tell….
On your game 🙂
Read aloud, the words are twisting and rolling around my tongue~ Love the part: You wind, You shore ~ The ink has bled, such a poignant piece ~
It feels like a poem that “composed itself,” you merely had to write it all down. It feels like the ocean, wind, or shore. A beautiful, masterful write, Bjorn.
Shell trapped sea.. beautiful..a poem unto itself!
Simply beautiful!
Your poem is wonderfully booby-trapped with fantastic lines. The last two choked me a bit. It was as if an old familiar voice whispered in my ear a secret I had felt… but didn’t quite know.
Gorgeous ….I realize how close to
tears the water really rests………..great!!
This poem has a beautiful rhythm and I sang it along.
Fantastic internal rhyme and slant rhyme in this. And I love that final phrase “and there I realize how close to
tears the water really rests.”
Very, very good work for 30 minutes. Do you know you are starting to sound a bit like Tomas Tranströmer in my mind (I know you’re a fan)?
I actually had not thought of that… but I do love his metaphors..
The imagery is so visceral here – her hair as a shawl … The ink that has bled to nothingness. Beautilly penned.
Merry Christmas, my friend. Here’s to a healthy 2017 for all.
Every line of this wonderful, oh but the closing lines. Crushing. How close to tears indeed.
Stunning work. This is beautiful….”a hush of shell-trapped sea”. I love the phrasing and how this poem sounds read aloud.
Just loved this, Bjorn. The last stanza is particularly emotion-filled…how sad that last line.
I like it when you addressed the wind and the shore. The language is lovely, too.
Really good poem–excellent.