We took a walk last night. Tonight, let’s go somewhere completely different. How many of you like the beach? Do you prefer to sit on the sand or do you like to sit out on the jetty to watch the ships?
You may have noticed Mantra’s picture is missing from this post. She is not responsible for this poem. Instead, Asea comes from the past mingled with the present. Rather than bore you with some long, drawn out back story, let’s cut to the chase. Please read the poem with an empty mind. The images will fill it.
Asea
The pier is quiet.
The fisherman left,
And the children
Have all gone home.
The sunlight fades.
The tired sun sinks
Into the sea
Ceding to night.
Alone she sits,
Soul so bereft,
Her mind barren.
Then, thoughts come
In insane shades.
She sits and thinks,
“Why, oh, why me?
Perhaps tonight.”
The memories flicker
Like horror matinees
By the hackneyed actors
Unfit for the live stage.
She felt ever sicker
Of convoluted ways
And lies of the doctors
Still promising old age.
Bottle lifted to her lips…
Bottle lifted to her lips,
She pulls gently and slowly.
The bittersweet swallowing
Fulfills her final purpose.
Fog horns call from the ships
Creeping through the darkened seas.
Waves start her mellowing.
Eyes closed and soul serious
She lies back on the jetty rocks,
Sharp and cold against her damp skin.
Waters kiss her feet, dangling low.
It nibbles at her cold fingers.
Wondering now what kind of box
They will use to put the rest in,
Heavy, she rolls. It’s time to go.
Even now, for her, death lingers.
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Tell me what you saw, heard or felt. What does this poem say to you?
prenin
/ May 20, 2012Given my past, I feel certain she’s taken poison and is seeing her last moments by the sea.
Boy do I know the feeling…
Love and hugs!
Prenin.
Red
/ May 20, 2012The sounds of the water are comforting to her. {HUGZ} Red.
Raymond Alexander Kukkee
/ May 20, 2012She has chosen her way to go, her poison, on her terms, her time, and in a place she loves. The children are gone, the rocks have to be cold and sharp. How sad and final. ~R
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Red
/ May 20, 2012It is both sad and final. Red.
MysteryCoach
/ May 20, 2012To me she has allowed her past to consume her present and is left with no hope for the future.
(this is untrue, there is always a future, no matter how difficult times may be)
As for me, I like to just look out into nothingness at all the majestic beauty of mother nature. We are humble in her shadow.
Red
/ May 20, 2012It always is untrue. I like your coping mechanism. I have a similar one. (And I hope you came tonight via email…) Red.
Androgoth
/ May 20, 2012Terminal illness…
She resorts to ending her life quickly, no suffering as she drifts into the mists of time, her thoughts meandering, heaven awaits as angels sing sweetly to her…
Alas a lingering death is no more…
Androgoth XXx
Red
/ May 20, 2012She did not believe the doctors. Red.
John McDevitt
/ May 20, 2012At first I thought “despair” but no, she is saying “Enough of this crap, I’m outta here, I’m going home.”
John
Red
/ May 20, 2012No, it is not despair. Red.
Becky C
/ May 20, 2012This touched me, and saddened me. At first, I thought it was going to be a poem of sweet independence, and finding yourself. After I got to about the third stanza, I realized it was not. I went through a hard time last year, where I was suicidal. I no longer am, thankfully. Though this is just a poem, it’s sad that she ended her life. I could have, but was saved, and am grateful everyday for it. Life is not easy, but a hard life does not mean you should end it. I’ll never think it is again.
Red
/ May 20, 2012I, too, am very glad you are still here. Hard times come and go. Glad to see you tonight. Red.
Becky C
/ May 21, 2012Your posts always pique my interest in some way or another. I’ve been so darn busy, but I’m learning to make time for the things I enjoy. I very much enjoy seeing your daily blogs, so I’ve made time to read them. You’ll see me nightly. 🙂
Red
/ May 21, 2012Good. I like that plan! 🙂
Rachael Black
/ May 20, 2012Red you have no idea how this touched me, and every phrase resonated with my soul. Spent over half of my life on the ocean, the sadness washing over, the cold water, the Hollywood dreams.
Oh this was a real find. Am tearing up.
xo
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Red
/ May 21, 2012So very glad to see you tonight, Rachael. I have missed you. I knew you would see deeper into this one than the surface. Glad you are back. How was the ranch this weekend? Red. xxx
MJ Logan
/ May 21, 2012Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
That game of life is hard to play
I’m gonna lose it anyway
Never give up on hope, or the future, or on life itself.
Sad.
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Red
/ May 21, 2012The theme song to my all time favorite program. Red.
Soma Mukherjee
/ May 21, 2012oh this is such a soul stirrring and heart wrenching poetry and so beautifully woven.
when death holds more promises than life….
no, never, no matter what, but wont judge someone till i have walked in their shoes..
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Red
/ May 21, 2012Thank you, Soma. It is always a hard choice those who would not make it have a hard time understanding.
Glory Lennon
/ May 21, 2012It’s so sad, but lovely imagery.
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Red
/ May 21, 2012Thank you, Glory. So good to see you today.