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resolution
by Peter HumphreysWill we
be buried
apart, love,
down
beside
the darkling
road?
Listen
to the water
lapping
at our
stone
strewn
shore
feel
the
breeze, love,
touch
hair
no more
touch
the
sea bent
grasses
seeds
in hand
before.
Forsake
that
darkling road,
love,
come
love
as
never
before.
10/23/2005 Posted on 10/23/2005
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/23/05 at 07:14 PM The beauty of not going separate ways. Lovely, Peter. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/14/07 at 03:56 AM A poem that seeks to forsake the darkling road that leads beyond to life's shore, there is a coldness that both makes me afraid and incites toward the action that is love, where lovers stand as if imagining their separate burials... and listen to the lapping that reminds us of our own ephemerality, and invokes action in the time and place of love, the now-- when still seeds can be sown and hair touched. Beautiful expression. In my favorites now. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/01/11 at 09:11 PM Certainly worth the award as POTD on this first day of a new year. Really nice write Peter. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 07/25/11 at 02:51 AM This is absolutely lovely, Peter. |
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