rock

Cherry

By Di_Hard

Tue, 30 Apr 2019
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I remember the barnacles that scratched

when I clung to your steep side as waves crashed;

they found you first on your journey through life -

opinions formed from injustice and strife.

But also pink sea thrift flowers springing

like pockets of joy, and seagulls winging

high in the blue vastness of your belief,

that in doing our best we find relief

from all spite or hardship that weighs us down

as we seek to find a way of our own.

 

Whatever happened, or was said, I knew

we loved each other : always my rescue,

but now you're gone and in strange seas I stand

holding my child with feet deep in your sand

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Di,

having that one special someone that we can lean on is always so supportive, but hard to accept when they're gone. I love your poem with its poetic voice that speaks of being there for support through the good times and the bad.

Beautifully mastered.

Jenny.

 

 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou so much Jenny, I think it was reading your poem

https://www.abctales.com/story/skinnerjennifer/miss-you

that sort of condensed what I was feeling lately about him, but also because like your partner my Dad loved springtime and gardening and pottering in his greenhouse. Your poem still fills my mind today

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

The one you found a rock gone, but the 'sand' left in its wake still gives steadiness? A rock having barnacles from life's bruises, but also thrift joy bubbling out is an evocative picture. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Rhiannon :0) And for saying it is thrift not fret, don't know where I got that from! You are a brilliant proof reader,as well as  poet, thankyou :0)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I wasn't correcting, I just assumed it was thrift and you were using the word fret about it for some reason! Rh

 

Submitted by celticman on

we all need pockets of joy or we go under. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou for the cherries and for your comment celticman

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Wonderful metaphor, Di, and good rhymes and rhythm.

Luigix

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

 

Thankyou so much Luigi! I will never be able to come up with the clever fun rhymes you do though

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Lots of texture and emotion in this, the metaphor of a large rock, imperfect but unbreakable as this person in your life, it sounds like somebody we could all use. 'Holding my child with feet deep in your sand' is wonderful and you cannot help but form an image in your mind as you read.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou so much Jane. I have been trying to work out how to write about him for ages. I'm grateful to you for saying "unbreakable" that's how he seemed to all of us.

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

Just wonderful again... a full heart and the right words, a natural musicality in how they fall, your writing is a natural extension of you... do you have any books/collections out?

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

thankyou, that's so kind of you! I've not had any luck sending stuff anywhere, and don't have the money or marketing skills needed for self publishing