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Surrender
old familiar grief
stands silently at the stern,
sad, hollow eyes
begging for my attention,
pleading once again
for directions
to the other side
Yeah, I know where it goes from here
we’ve been here before;
then, I still had hope
this ship now sails
for the calmer waters of home,
where hope will at least die
in the peace of warmth on my face;
I’ve been away too long
traveling wave-tossed seas,
exploring the foreign lands
of lost identity;
it was there that I learned
the biggest secret locked within
my stormy existence ~
there is no stepping back,
there’s only hurling forward
at velocity so violently fluid,
you’ll convince yourself
you’re not moving at all
...and once you’ve tasted
that particular forbidden fruit,
there’s no more denying its truth,
there’s only realizing
you were always naked
the decision has always been
to cover yourself and hide,
or to stand in full view of the moon
time is precious
and we’re all running out
so much faster
than we allow ourselves
to remember,
because remembering
requires
action
quietly parting inky depths,
I surrender to the calling
of your happiest face
in its rippled reflection;
I remember and I feel
all that which once roared so loud,
those long, bright days ago
when my lips wore your smile
and yours were so proud
to wear mine,
retreating slowly into fog
whispered across the surface
before dissipating, abandoned at last
to the vicious undercurrent
of your memory
stands silently at the stern,
sad, hollow eyes
begging for my attention,
pleading once again
for directions
to the other side
Yeah, I know where it goes from here
we’ve been here before;
then, I still had hope
this ship now sails
for the calmer waters of home,
where hope will at least die
in the peace of warmth on my face;
I’ve been away too long
traveling wave-tossed seas,
exploring the foreign lands
of lost identity;
it was there that I learned
the biggest secret locked within
my stormy existence ~
there is no stepping back,
there’s only hurling forward
at velocity so violently fluid,
you’ll convince yourself
you’re not moving at all
...and once you’ve tasted
that particular forbidden fruit,
there’s no more denying its truth,
there’s only realizing
you were always naked
the decision has always been
to cover yourself and hide,
or to stand in full view of the moon
time is precious
and we’re all running out
so much faster
than we allow ourselves
to remember,
because remembering
requires
action
quietly parting inky depths,
I surrender to the calling
of your happiest face
in its rippled reflection;
I remember and I feel
all that which once roared so loud,
those long, bright days ago
when my lips wore your smile
and yours were so proud
to wear mine,
retreating slowly into fog
whispered across the surface
before dissipating, abandoned at last
to the vicious undercurrent
of your memory
Published 25th Jan 2021
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25th Jan 2021 5:31am
Dear L,
Reflecting upon your poem has me in such a state of mixed emotions. Going home can be such a mash up of unresolved issues, hopeful anticipation, status quo and dread. It seems there is nothing more evident than the passing of time then when dealing with issues and dredging up past ones- all while clinging to the progress of self discovery and self worth. A conundrum to say the least. Your format, grammar and punctuation lend itself to a soft voiced narration. This is a lovely view of acceptance and fearlessness, or at least brave, return home. H🌷
Reflecting upon your poem has me in such a state of mixed emotions. Going home can be such a mash up of unresolved issues, hopeful anticipation, status quo and dread. It seems there is nothing more evident than the passing of time then when dealing with issues and dredging up past ones- all while clinging to the progress of self discovery and self worth. A conundrum to say the least. Your format, grammar and punctuation lend itself to a soft voiced narration. This is a lovely view of acceptance and fearlessness, or at least brave, return home. H🌷
25th Jan 2021 5:01pm
Home is a mixed bag of emotions, for sure. Thank you for seeing them all, Honoria 💜.
26th Jan 2021 4:53am
Haunted, and thus haunting in resonance. What we identify with powerfully, family, home, is a powerful form of understanding ourselves by relativity. I love how you give from such depth. 💖🎶🙏
27th Jan 2021 3:57pm
27th Jan 2021 00:25am
My God what was so good Luna. This delved into something that felt spiritual amidst a perfectly balance of love and reflection.
Exceptional work.
Exceptional work.
27th Jan 2021 3:57pm
27th Jan 2021 5:34pm
Luna, Bravo! ...this write is masterfully constructed. Your imagery is metaphoric magic through poetry. My journey through your exquisite written words goes straight through the symbolic Garden of Eden . This verse is the banner message to me of self and quest for pure love. Shameless and uninhibited love discovered and lost, seeking refuge in comforts of the affections of home. What remains the same through this poetic quest is who you are deep inside. You are beautiful, creative, and strong. That is your self worth!!!!..........just my interpretation.
1st Feb 2021 1:14pm
Thank you so very much for your kindness and for lending your eyes and understanding to my work 💜
1st Feb 2024 00:03am
Beautifully written. I can feel the poem in all of it's majesty. Fantastic job.
2nd Feb 2024 2:30pm
