Poetry list
beached
| formed in the day of a death and written in the night |
The tide of my life
has gone out
never to return.
The waves that
floated my days
are no longer
crashing around
me with energy
and joy.
Instead, I list,
lop–sided
amidst the hard and sharp
ungiving shingle
of grief and the
damp sodden sands
of sorrow.
The topography of
my coast has been
eroded by loss
and the waters
have been turned
away.
Slowly, will I now
begin to change –
unknown to the
surge that brought
such delight.
O wind and weather
of life’s fortune
break into a storm
that will bring back
the magical waters
on which I bobbed
and whose surging
currents were the
grand passion of
my years!
O that they could.
© Neil Thompson 2022