Reunion
The sea was like the bulging
hills enwrapped
in mist that curled against the feral
reefs,
upon whose jagged ribs the whitecaps
rang.
A tranquil strain of
hopefulness, entrapped
within the ambiance and depthless griefs
the brine withheld, a forlorn mermaid sang.
Then wringing her fair hands with
bated breath,
she spied the schooner, far, with glad
relief
and towards her lover, from the
shoal, she sprang,
avowing her devotion until
death’s
last pang.
John Polselli’s poetry has
been published in many literary journals and is the recipient of several
Editor’s Choice Awards. As a poet, John
enjoys composing in all traditional forms including free verse as well as
inventing his own.
WOW! How beautiful. Thank you for sharing your amazing talent with us here on Whispers.
ReplyDeleteDear Charlene--Thank you for these beautiful thoughts on John's poem. I will send them to him.
ReplyDeleteDear John--What a joy to be able to share the gift of words. Thank you for your ongoing support and encouragement.
Blessings to both of you,
Karen