a swell from nowhere
the rope between
taut, you
pull tighter
a piece of me breaks
off, floats
toward the abyss
I let go,
follow
my whispered farewell
drowned
in the silence
of who we
were
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Beautiful poem with a lovely flow.
Sometimes, we have no choice but to let go. If we don’t . . . we drown.
Exactly, Nancy 🙂 Thanks
Making choices to changes paths is difficult but at times where we need to be. Nicely written.
That’s for sure, Renee. Thanks 🙂
What Nancy said …
Thanks, Cin 🙂
I like this poem a lot, and the lovely photo. PS: should that be taut not taught?
Thanks, Nursemyra 🙂 The photo is from sxc.hu
And , yes, ha,ha – seems you were better taught than I was 😀 Thanks – will fix it now
Stunning poem bluebee! Love the image of the already taut rope being pulled harder; and the ‘whispered farewell
drowned’ – is very effective. Awesome photo too – you have inspired me to get my son’s waterproof camera out and try something similar.
Thanks, Gabe. 😀 The photo is from http://www.sxc.hu (any photo on my site not prefixed with bb was not taken by me/hub/late grandfather – see copyright notice) so was not taken by me
Good stuff, but sobering, BB.
Great expression in few words
Thanks
Thank you, John 🙂
It feels that i was submerged deep within your thoughts.. Your poem is short yet has its dephts. I love the way you write in jargons.
Thank you, John. Hope the rain is letting up a bit on your side of the globe 🙂
so many waves to drown out the whisper, bb, as pieces of us float away, perhaps never to be seen again… lovely imagery, and ‘who we were’ pulls just like the taut rope.. , Fare thee well, for now my friend. xPenx
Hopefully not forever, Pen 😉
Oh, this makes me sad but it seems so inevitable. I think there are times in life when we can’t control what is happening but I find in so very hard to let fate take the helm!
Me too, Kate, but as you say, sometimes we have to. A natural but unfortunate product of being shaped in different ways by our experiences, I suppose. Thanks 🙂
Lovely poem and form, Bb. Sometimes a choice is forced on us and we have to relinquish our hold. Beautifully written and illustrated.
Thank you, Adee 🙂
Sad but necessary, I suppose.
That’s the way life goes
A beautiful poem working up to such a sad conclusion – in the silence of who we were – I will remember those lines for some time.
Thanks, Edward – it’s difficult but necessary, I guess, to accept that friendships, like romantic relationships, sometimes die a natural death
‘a swell from nowhere’- a little unsettling that things can change on us so unexpectadly.
As always, appreciate the way you get below the surface.
Thanks, Zoë – it’s great to see you back
There is so many of your postings I like. This photograph and poem, blended together, have a sadness, but also a sense of the mystery we are all living toward. This unsettles all of us in the depths of night, of course, but expressing it, and seeing it expressed help, at least sometimes, ameliorate the wondering, awe, hope, and terror that pumps through our veins over and over again.
Thank you, Thomas. It’s wonderful to read that the layers of personal meaning and mix of emotions in this poem resonate with you in this way – you have really tapped into the essence of it.