Fisherman's String

A Poem by Annie Wilthew

You leave me waiting

Hanging in the yawning air

My fingers clutch to Fisherman's String

Such a thin thread

Yet such a strong tie

It restricts circulation for anyone...

My heart only beats for you.

I want to swing to the cliff side

And clench my parched roots into

The sanctuary of rational earth.

Whether hanging here is heaven or hell

I do not know,

For the thought of you

Flying down to rescue me

Convinces my mind of heaven.

Yet the sensation of slicing cuts

From Fisherman's String

Wrenches me into the circling wheel

Of dead and undead hell.

Whether you exist or not

I know something placed me here.

It must have started from you.

You must have looked at me

And burned my love into being.

You must have breathed on me...

It must have swept me off the edge

And left me hanging

On Fisherman's String.

© 2012 Annie Wilthew

Author's Note

I just made this up ten minutes ago; therefore I have not had time to make any corrections. Just tell me how you like the ideas.

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Revery

Lovely poem Annie, I especially enjoyed the following.

"Whether you exist or not
I know something placed me here.
It must have started from you.
You must have looked at me
And burned my love into being.
You must have breathed on me..."

Beautiful words and thoughts.

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

I am so happy you liked it!

Brandon S. Whitten

Sorrow I once knew when I cried into a my pillow. Well done. When written in a matter of minutes we're moved by spirit. To me, it's not so much a thought, it's a whisper we hear in our heart.