Watered Road
I’m trapped in these blues.
From cruel winds,
and feet that leave destruction through castles.
Our direction changed too quickly.
Drawing lines in the sand,
disparaging our embrace.
Curtains trap belongings that beg for freedom.
Your fall feels certain,
even with my arm firmly at your waist.
While my descent has passed through Tuesday’s clock,
and left me martyred at your feet.
There may be–
no redemption in my words.
No repairing what has severed,
between our distant earth.
What now crumbles,
I use to wash my wounds.
Healing hopes still hold me close–
like blankets as I weep deeply,
into this broken night.
I pray the storm will repair the divide,
and we will find the sails again–
that lead us back to heaven.
23 Comments
Jess, extremely strong piece. Really like this a lot. The pic is really cool too, would fit right in terminator type post-war apocalypse, which works nicely as a companion pic to your poem:)
Aw, thank you Fred! It was a great picture that I felt fit. Thank you for always stopping by. 😀
I sense a whole dark world, inner and outer, and falling, dividing, trying to repair. Great journey.
Thank you Joanne! The picture really set the mood I think. 🙂
Powerful writing as always and some wonderful turns of phrase. 🙂 // Peter.
Thank you Peter. 🙂
really a lovely piece jess…i hope the divide is crossed as well…healing hope will come…and your words do carry much…
Thank you Brian. Words can be powerful and most definitely healing.
Oh this is bitterly sad jessie. This is the part that really got me –
Curtains trap belongings that beg for freedom. >great line
Your fall feels certain,
even with my arm firmly at your waist. >tragic
I can only guess what this is about and if it’s a reality you’re living through, I pray you will find the sails again
Just a poem sweets. I like to take an emotion (even fleeting), imagery, theme… and then my normal way is a bit sad and dark. All smiles here my dear, but thank you! 🙂
Amazing pic and I hope the reality it portrays never comes to pass. Wonderful write too, nicely done!
Thank you Pat!
While there is an arc of sadness over this piece, I felt a sense of hope and healing at it’s end.
What now crumbles,
I use to wash my wounds.
Healing hopes still hold me close–
like blankets as I weep deeply,
into this broken night.
I guess what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.
Thank you for this piece and all you do, Jess.
Thank YOU Joe! So glad you came by and appreciate your sweet words.
Beautiful poem, Jess– very lyrical!
Thank you! I like to hit that lyrical button every now and again. 🙂
This is stunningly beautiful and provocative.
Wow!
Thank you for reading deeply into the words. It is very appreciated and I am happy you enjoyed it.
Thanks for sharing your words with us!
A storm can blow apart our physical world but the wind delivers us a message we need to hear.
So true. 🙂
Love it, the darker side of rebirth. And wind in the sails is always a welcome companion to a guy like me. Thank you.
Thank you! 🙂