Memory

May 22, 2009
By Saskia BRONZE, Qualicum Beach, Other
Saskia BRONZE, Qualicum Beach, Other
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Harsh bitter winds that shake green trees
And whip through flaming hair,
Shrieking past the vacant caves
Standing silent in the frigid air.

The sleet and rain that pounds against
The whipped and battered sails
Creates a sad and eerie drum roll
Echoing of a heart that ails,

Strong white-capped waves against the keel
Ocean spray against my face
Delivering a stinging blow
Reminding me of the race.

A race against time beneath the tumultuous skies
The sea violently dragging me down,
Water rushing in my throat and eyes
Trying…trying so hard to drown

The darkness of nothing,
Devoid of all light
Memory scattered
Like a broken plight

Then through the icy depths I break
Feeling the water fall away
The pain, the hurt, those who fake
Never again…never again today

It would’ve been, but through a sudden push,
A leap of faith and outstretched hand,
Feeling the weight in a sudden crush,
And seeing the faraway banks of sand.

I lie there still and cold in bafflement
What pulled me from my despair?
What saved me from those bitter echoes
Did someone really care?

Suddenly I’m warm again,
Bathed in a dusky glow
I close my eyes and listen carefully,
As my heartbeat slows

A happy, slow and steady beat,
But now strong and full of passion
And whole again once more
I realize the meaning of loud actions

The gentle lapping waves caress
An old and faded blue,
A mirror of deep color and thought
I’m mesmerized, it’s true

A subconscious feeling memorized
Pulled from those depths of blue
Has turned all words to silence
As a long lost hopes’ renewed.


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Saskia BRONZE said...
on Jun. 15 2010 at 12:28 pm
Saskia BRONZE, Qualicum Beach, Other
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:) Thanks!! :)

on May. 29 2009 at 2:06 am
project827 GOLD, Portage, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"Real Revolution Starts At Learning, If You're Not Angry, Then You Are Not Paying Attention" - Tim McIlrath

love this piece. it was even better cause i was listening to a really good song for the poem while I read it. (wish by ashes divide) Keep up your good work. wish my stuff was as good as yours.

LucyD said...
on May. 28 2009 at 9:15 pm
LucyD, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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This is a nice poem.




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