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Wood Worn Smooth
roaring, reaching
moon-drenched waves
~I can still hear them~
my salt-tipped lips
crowding each other
in contemplation;
acid washed,
crossed legs
already awkward -
just shy (of) sixteen;
entirely too wise
for my age,
a chiliad of lives
have passed
right through me
or at least
it feels that way
the lifeguard station
abandoned at dusk,
aged baby blue;
wood worn smooth
by proxy
of countless tides -
though they never dared,
save by rage
of autumn storms,
to come close enough
to lay hands
on its surface
even then,
but a few moments
into my journey,
I completely understand
moon-drenched waves
~I can still hear them~
my salt-tipped lips
crowding each other
in contemplation;
acid washed,
crossed legs
already awkward -
just shy (of) sixteen;
entirely too wise
for my age,
a chiliad of lives
have passed
right through me
or at least
it feels that way
the lifeguard station
abandoned at dusk,
aged baby blue;
wood worn smooth
by proxy
of countless tides -
though they never dared,
save by rage
of autumn storms,
to come close enough
to lay hands
on its surface
even then,
but a few moments
into my journey,
I completely understand
Published 6th Oct 2020
Author's Note
Written for the Word of the Day thread 💜
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Anonymous
6th Oct 2020 11:24am
There is so much metaphorically here about resilience and perseverence ... Again, you've taken the word of the day challenge to a whole new level.
6th Oct 2020 1:25pm
6th Oct 2020 12:17pm
Dear L,
I love how you capture a moment so beautifully and describe the precise second of realization on very difficult subjects. There is a style and eloquence to writing/sharing these moments you’ve gracefully mastered to which I could only aspire. Brilliant.
H🌷
I love how you capture a moment so beautifully and describe the precise second of realization on very difficult subjects. There is a style and eloquence to writing/sharing these moments you’ve gracefully mastered to which I could only aspire. Brilliant.
H🌷
6th Oct 2020 1:27pm
Thank you, Honoria. You always see all the way into my words, and it’s such a gift 💜
6th Oct 2020 2:38pm
Wow... I'm kind of at a loss for words at what to comment. Your writing always leaves me a bit stunned, but this one hit me especially hard. There's so much underlying meaning and emotion here - such fantastic metaphors! I don't know if I completely grasp every bit of it, but my take is that the traumas that we go through and experience shape our personalities early on... and some of us are battered and worn by the tide before we even get a chance to take a nice, fresh breath of air, which forces us to grow up too fast. That is why age is relative... It is our experiences that shape us quicker than anything else.
6th Oct 2020 4:22pm
Your comments were perfect, and incredibly kind. There is so much that affects us as young folk, even if (especially if?) it never touches us physically. Thank you for seeing 💜.
6th Oct 2020 8:09pm
The delicate details are full of emotion and meaning. It's the essence of poetry. The gentle voice holds the pain of wisdom that settles into our bones, it becomes to familiar it is almost a friend, but definitely a guide post, a watermark, the concentric rings of a tree, by which we reflect upon our journey. Gorgeous, heart aching depths here.
6th Oct 2020 10:03pm
Thank you so much, Daniel 💜. Your words always result in my feeling understood. I appreciate you.
