Sunday, February 7, 2016

Waves...(Magpie 305)


Standing on the beach, I'd known this time would come; the man I'd taken for my lover has returned to his one and only love.  I'd had him for an instant, my heart so full of joy, but it was the sea who held him, who made his life complete.  I could fight another woman, win his affections for a while, but never could I challenge the waves throughout all time.  He'd come to me when needing contact from another soul, but now he'd returned to the depths that gave him so much more.  Some may say that I'd been foolish for taking him to breast, but never could they understand t'was for me, I'd not been brash.  He's left me little console, but given me so much--the joy of his presence, the rapture of his touch.  So while the sea may take him, he'll live onward in my heart.  I suffer from his leaving but was nourished by his love.

copyrighted:  C Hummel Kornell

NOTE:  To all Magpie Writers, please view my last Magpie a couple of postings below.  I'm rather proud of it and would like to know your thoughts...




18 comments:

  1. I think your deserted lady was a little bit more accepting than mine... :-)

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  2. Love this ... you can't compete with the sea!

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    1. It did depict the ageless cry to me. Thanks for stopping by.

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  3. It's indeed a song of the ages, of the sailor and his mistress...a whaling and a wailing out to sea. Lovely capture

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    1. So many young hearts were given, so many loves were lost. My Mother's family were Scottish and the sea was their lifeblood. Women bore their burdens and carried on. Thanks for stopping by.

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    1. Thank you, that's where I was going--she loves him so accepts his need to leave...

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  5. I like the direction you took this. The sea does call.

    =)

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  6. Like the waves themselves, the ebb and flow of love.

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    1. Exactly, sometimes it seems we get what we want, but then it's not what we want and we move on...

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  7. Like a true fisher, lamenting the "one that got away"! A tender capture and release. And there's never any disgrace in throwing the "small" ones back!

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    1. Hadn't thought of that--perhaps she did 'throw him back'. Thanks for your thought-provoking remarks.

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  8. I guess there are somethings in life we just cannot compete with such as the love of the sea.

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    1. I'm being reminded that not all women would be so accepting--I am always the gentle soul. Thanks for commenting!

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    1. Thanks, Tess, means so much hearing from you!

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