The waves lap against me
Gently, carressingly
Like a lover beckoning me
To lie in his arms
To dance with the rhythm of the sea
But I feel not the caress
And know not of love
For it is in death that I wake up
And in death that I sleep
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
I'm glad that you resurrected this because it's lovely. Nobody can make me fall in love with poetry over and over again in quite the same way that you are able to do it..(smile)
So powerful, Sonya. I admire your works. This one, however, feels so tragic, and hopeless. Then again, I imagine many of us have been there (or ARE there) , but to put such pain into words is truly brave - I use code! ;) I don't think I have the courage you do to be so honest. Wonderfully melodic.
This poem disappeared and I'm re-posting it, together with the original comments below: Date & Time: 2/15/2009 4: 03: 00 AM Poem: 15625374 - Death on the Seashore Member: Anita Atina Comment: Lyrical, and surprising twist to this sad tale
Re-posting comment: Date & Time: 2/9/2009 8: 53: 00 PM Poem: 15625374 - Death on the Seashore Member: Mifael Llauderes Comment: remember the butterfly; before it is, it was a worm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm re-posting this comment too: Date & Time: 2/6/2009 8: 53: 00 PM Poem: 15625374 - Death on the Seashore Member: kandis salasar Comment: after death, there is new life after every little death we go through there is growth of the spirit. we say yes to death and we welcome a newly born hope...