Upon the Ropes
Upon the Ropes
See the waves and smell the sea,
Held by pane of glass is there from me.
The gulls are calling across the air,
Beckoning for more to join the chase.
A broken mind rambles countless word,
Yet voice once loud drones unheard.
Respected by those who passed,
Forgotten and unknown by what remains.
Ribbons tied in silkened hair,
Once fond memory left to despair.
The spark of light that lit the heart,
Faded and dulled until nothing's here.
Rustling leaves as breeze flows through,
Bringing fragments of life with you.
Not enough to hold and sustain a beat,
Just a taste of what moved along.
Brief the moments breath was took,
And underneath foot the soils shook.
Far the world seemed upon those days,
Yet rushing back solemn into the next.
White caps upon those waves below,
Strengths all drained from head to toe.
Let's have a seat and take a rest,
A moment more together in silence.
Beautiful, nostalgic and gives me a feeling of longing.
I get like that sometimes. The words... "Bringing fragments of life with you." It makes me miss my person, even though I sleep next to her every night. It makes me appreciate her in every normal moment when I come across things like this that speaks to a past.
Masterfully done!
I am happy that you recognise this. We are often so close to those we care about, but we somehow seem to be further away, becoming more distant.
Is so sad, these poem is what we currently experiencing now. The isolation, the loss, the fleeting nature of life, and the struggle to find our meaning in the face of these challenges. It's all about the disconnection from the world and a loss of our personal significance.
Do you feel a change in connection with others directly in your life?
Yes, I feel some changes in connection with others especially during the time I start my online business (selling electronics in shopee and lazada) and side hustle (home servicing repairing electronics during Saturday and Sunday).
And a complete disconnection when I start making sausages. Since I need to supply small restaurants and canteen. To meet there order I need to focus on my sausages.
Summing up all these, I felt how I disconnect to my old friends, relatives and co worker. I start to minding my own business, even I am still employed for nine to five corporate job as after sales service manager of TV brand.
Sounds like you are itching to go sailing! 😀
I wish I was a sailor type. Unfortunately, I get sea sick at the slightest swell!
I can handle myself pretty decent. I don't know if I could go join the navy though!
Silence would bring peace after these verses :)
:D
Yeah. Just be quiet please...
The poet here talks about how life passes slowly. He obviously doesn't like getting old :)
Does anyone like getting old? :)
A broken mind rambles countless words . This is just the honest fact about life
Very nice poem! 😉😎👍
I've never lived by the sea side before. You just made me wanna have that experience. Your imageries are on point, vivid. Kudos!