Today, I am writing an independent poem for April Poem-A-Day challenge. Meaning, I’m not following a prompt. This poem came to me following something unpleasant happening in a close friend’s personal life. Plus, fear is always a thing, isn’t it?
Here it is:
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Amidst the noise
of thunder
and the tears in
my soul,
I can still hear
the whisper of
the sea –
the magnificent
and frightening sea,
washing the empty beaches,
smoothing the coast,
caressing the abandoned sands.
Among all the colour
of people running around in hectic
panic and haze
wondering why they do it and
when
they can stop to rest,
I can still see
the long shadow thrown
by the tall pine tree
at the edge of that forest
which I knew as a girl.
The forest that lulled me
to tears and sweetness
together.
The forest that cooled me
and scared me with
indistinct figures and sighs.
Do I generally hear
of see just fear?
Mostly fear.
My own, lovely fear.
© 2024, soulmary
