Banished to the shoal and kept at bay,
I have been moored here for years,
marking time by a beacon that reminds —
I see you, I see you, I see you.
Since I am no interloper,
I did not trespass the island —
a fortress deep and mighty.
How sad.
I only wanted to be its grass —
to inhabit inconspicuous
like a blanket draped softly as you sleep.
To be its trees with fingers rooted,
whispering cool breezes
like secrets shared as lovers.
To be its birds of play —
silly, swooping, singing —
its laughter, its music.
To be the tide that ebbs and flows,
a hand on your shoulder —
you are not alone.
But I remained uninvited,
ever-seduced by the mirage
created in distance and dreams.
How sad.
Words ©2014, Jen Payne
IMAGE: Figure in a rowing boat by Emmanuel Zairis.
Hey, Jen – This is an absolutely LOVELY, and very poignant, piece of work!
Carol
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Why thank you!
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I love the possibilities between the lines and especially the reality conjured by the imagenof “birds of play.” Thank you, Jen!
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Ooo! Glad you enjoyed it! : )
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Live the poem!!! It is amazing!!!
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Thank you. It arrived yesterday – so delightful!
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So thought provoking and beautifully written.
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from one writer to another? thanks!
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