Silly...I Know

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 21 Mar 2011
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17 comments
 

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.

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Comments

Submitted by Highhat on
Oh the poor girl- her love sailed away- ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
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

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Oh really Tina I didn't get this one at first then. So sad- ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
It is a bit, Pia. I agree;-) Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
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.

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
Very good this Tina - sad and beautiful, the sort I like. :-)

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
And comments, such as yours, the sort I like too;-) Thanks, fb. Very much. Tina

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Jenny - you put it so well too. Many thanks for reading;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-Spun Really well put, sad when that happens to accept must be. Well deserved cherry! julie xx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, Julie. Pleased you like it;-) Tina xx

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on
Again, you bring a gentle lyrical quality to a sense of loss, how it manifests itself, transposed, in dreaming hours. atb Lena xx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Lena - your comment is a poem in itself. Many thanks. Tina xx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You sure do have a way with words, blighters rock, and I appreciate them. Thank you;-) Tina

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
Wonderful, elusive things dreams - as you have so well captured here, Tina! Well done on the cherry :) Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, Magic, so very much;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by seannelson on
a beautiful and honest poem- whether it's personal or fictional. I like the rythm and the concision.
"If I send you post-cards from the side of the road: photographs of movies, and hearts about to implode"  -  Elliott Smith

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Many thanks, sean;-) Tina