Paula Meehan


Ashes - Poem by Paula Meehan

The tide comes in; the tide goes out again
washing the beach clear of what the storm
dumped. Where there were rocks, today there is sand;
where sand yesterday, now uncovered rocks.

So I think on where her mortal remains
might reach landfall in their transmuted forms,
a year now since I cast them from my hand
—wanting to stop the inexorable clock.

She who died by her own hand cannot know
the simple love I have for what she left
behind. I could not save her. I could not
even try. I watch the way the wind blows
life into slack sail: the stress of warp against weft
lifts the stalling craft, pushes it on out.

Topic(s) of this poem: lost


Comments about Ashes by Paula Meehan

  • (9/24/2016 5:38:00 AM)

    Excellent
    What a poignant poem. Is it autobiographical, the suicide of a friend or relative perhaps? (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (4/1/2015 11:57:00 AM)


    A moving and beautifully written poem. Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (4/1/2015 9:17:00 AM)


    The poet compares the sea and beach and the death of the dear one and a marvel of excellence in poetry there visible. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 1, 2015



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