His Name

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tony DeLorger © 2016

Upon the sand, as tide rose slowly to immerse,
she wrote a name, its shattered edges shadows made,
as the gloaming pushed the pale sky away,
and a tear, like an orange diamond reflection
upon her cheek, did glisten.

A broken line horizon, seas in swell,
recants the memory of her pain,
still holding her heart in blame, for letting him leave,
that day the storm roared from south, like a freight train,
to the end of days.

And boats left in determined line,
and all their hearts saw not the signs, just the grey affront,
the sea and they held each other in respectful gaze
to do what they must as was their place,
their fisherman’s oath their sacred grace.

And on return one boat missing,
the churning seas sought to give them rest,
and like a pointed sacrifice, on occasions boats were lost,
in reminder of the power of her will, oft times to test,
the souls of fisherman too close.

So as sun falls to its watery silent sleep,
she writes his name upon the sand,
and watches as the water draws it in, to reap,
all of her hopes now buried deep in sea,
and she bereft, her love the burden of the waves.

Tony DeLorger
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

8 thoughts on “His Name

  • May 13, 2016 at 9:48 PM
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    Tales of the sea so many. It can be as gentle as a lamb or as angry as a raging bull. Much respect should it be given, for those of us who venture on top of it, soon can find ourselves under it, lest there be respect given to the might of the sea. Nicely penned Tony.

  • May 14, 2016 at 12:17 AM
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    Thanks Vincent, I’ve always had a fear of the sea’s power and I admire those who choose to sail across vast waters. Not for me, but I do have a fascination and profound respect. Cheers!

  • May 14, 2016 at 2:42 PM
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    Tony, this is so sad, but yet so beautiful, the emotion so strong. I haven’t seen all of your writings, but I believe this is my favorite so far. Thanks for a lovely piece.

  • May 15, 2016 at 2:17 AM
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    Thanks Bill, I guess story telling in poetry has another level of connection and glad you enjoyed and related to this one. Cheers!

  • August 1, 2017 at 2:36 PM
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    Tony,

    Such a heartfelt beauty of a poem. Sad, yet valiantly mastered. The sea is a force to reckon with, (as are your incredibly profound poems with such deeply embedded wisdom).

  • August 1, 2017 at 5:51 PM
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    Thank you so much Tamara, so pleased you appreciate my work. Take care

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