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Lilah
I called her name in the calmness of the wind
I watched her hair tumble down
like rocks down a seaside cliff
lilah was a rainbow above me
she held my hand today
and kissed my rosy face
lilah was away
the winds carried her beyond the sand
subtle rolls of thunder echoed through salty air
and lightning flashed around me
but she was smiling down
like the sun lights up for a flower
I waved goodbye
and watched the sky change
lilah was a hurricane
and I was caught in the pouring rain
the crashing waves on the sandy shore
swept the castles we once made
lilah cried out
she remembered those days
of castle building and sailing
of dancing and singing
but she was a storm
and I watched those memories fade
in the seaside fog, I found her
walking to the borderline
where sand meets sea
where worlds collide
like her ever changing mind
I could talk to her
I could hold her
maybe even kiss her
but the calmness of the sea
put me at ease
she shot a grin at me
and I watched the sky change
Published 17th Sep 2019
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17th Sep 2019 9:18pm
I absolutely love how you turned a beautiful storm into a memorable being.... You gave her such harmonic passion and spiritual essences I have not fallen upon in some while.... Beautifully written and well thought out.... You sure as he'll put my piece to shame.... But hey we all write from different worlds and speak with foreign pens..... I'll be rooting for your win in the nean time I'll be keeping a close eye on you and see what else you can transform.... Bravo my fellow poetess..... Love Sexy Joe....
23rd Sep 2019 11:57pm
your comment made me smile, everyone’s inks are unique and that makes it so beautiful, I’m glad mine touched you. Thanks for your support
17th Sep 2019 10:14pm
A lovely an befitting tribute, TravelingFairyPerson. I enjoyed the personification and turbulent yet soothing imagery. The contrast of the rainbow and rockslide was particularly vivid.
23rd Sep 2019 11:58pm
17th Sep 2019 10:16pm
this write creates an interesting underimage - for me, it works as a metaphor of how tempestuous a relationship with an auti-spec child or person (such as an aging parent) with alzheimer's can be, and could speak to the loss of them in the physical world. the storm, in all its moods... a great reflector.
of course, it works on the singular level of the narrator's experience of the storm but i've always loved layered poetry and that's where your words take me. thanks for posting!
of course, it works on the singular level of the narrator's experience of the storm but i've always loved layered poetry and that's where your words take me. thanks for posting!
24th Sep 2019 00:00am
I’m glad you picked up on that, I rarely write with a specific intention or meaning that I want everyone to see, but this poem was different. It is describing an individual with borderline personality disorder, but this can be applied in many different ways, at least that’s my hope!
24th Sep 2019 1:35am
i'm just happy to have discovered the message below what is still a beautiful piece. perhaps having a son with h.f.autism
helped me follow your trail of breadcrumbs
helped me follow your trail of breadcrumbs
