I cannot see you anymore.
It ends in solitude,
The salient serration of your survival
Severed all trace of tactile touch—
I reached for you and you recoiled till
Whispers on the lovers’ trail
Turned it all to desert and to dust—
You went alone into the waste.
You are naked to me,
Wind-blown wraith wreathed in
Dust—blow, ye wind blow, for you
Are nothing, breaths and breathing
Touch upon the earth and fade away—
Just footsteps sifting in the sand
Time covers all.
Wow. I am moved, captivated and in awe of this wonderful poem you wrote! Great job!
Here is mine:
Wow, that’s cold. to invite the wind to blow it all away. a tert ending. good shoot response.
A sad truthful ending to life IMO. The recoil in the beginning works with the s-alliteration with slithering sound, asp-like. And in the end, all previous mentions are reduced to nothing. One’s moment in time reduced to tracks that nature erases… Also reminds me of Egypt.
Outstanding interview today too—looks awesome on WP!
..turned it all to desert and to dust.. and… you are naked to me, wind-blown wraith wreathed..
how amazingly you capture the loneliness in this picture chris – and thanks for the outstanding interview
I live the darkness behind your words, as though two disparate stories were being told in the same telling…
Lol – I meant to say I love the darkness behind…!
nice aliteration early on with all the S’s…sometimes it takes a lot of time….
Amazing use of alliteration here Chris which makes the piece etherial in feel. Does feel like time slipping through your fingers
i LOVE this on all levels. Amazing!
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You are quite a wordsmith, Chris!! The moment I start reading your poems, I am pulled into the vortex of your amazing wordplay and the stark images you manage to create with it!!
This was a fantastic take on this lovely picture prompt.. it seemed to be the very definition of the picture really!
Solitude … and it all fades away. …touch the earth and fade away. Yes, very descriptive of the photo and our short time here on earth. We exit alone and any traces we leave behind, slowly fade. Brings me to mind of Rilke and some of his poetic thoughts…