Pawley's Island

Pawley's Island, saw and felt vulnerability, natures beauty

 

Pawley’s Island

 

On Pawley’s Island, she walked slowly upon the sandy shore,

Twilight was coming, like a giant crystal ball, the moons gravity

Pulled her closer, she could see the finality of it all,

Night’s darkness drags forth horrible memories big and small,

 

Dreams evoke the pain of his hot boiling words,

The force tearing at her spirit and oh how it burns.

His rejections inside her like a seething infection, a fever

A disease, pray, leave her forever…

 

Though attention was taken away on that day, to the tiniest creature, finding its way.

Working on instinct it followed the horizon, fighting for life, a ritual - a right!

 

The tiny sea turtle pushed aside sands, wiping away worries, with flippers a frenzy,

A brave little hatchling, the force of limbs, as he worked for his prize, lights growing dim,

Impatiently he strives to find his way home, his flowing paradise entered alone.

 

She smiles and claps as he finally disappears.

His fight for life burned bright like fire’s ember,

Something she forgot but now fully remembers.

 

When he swam away into the warm summer waves,

She thought of her daughter, young yet so strong,

Leaving home one day, she too will be gone.

Author's Note

Give me any advise; this was hard, so thankyou, I really appreciate it.

Reviews

[Stonz P.]

There is great imagery here... The metaphor for the turtle I am unsure about whether it is positive or not at its core but I understand the woman is happy who is witnessing his disappearance... The last stanza is heartfelt and hits home..

Apart from minor touch ups, I find this to be a huge improvement from the last piece I read from you.. Nothing really that would not fit actually...This is really nice :) Way to go, Ma'am...

[Ana B.]

Oh man, an entire journey here, full of life and wonder.... and the line: ''fighting for life, a ritual - a right!'' - gorgeous! Bravo Dale :)

[Workvio]

My old man of mush (that's Texan for "Romantical!") West Texas mind immediately senses this piece as a revelation of the pain, anguish, and grief of rejection as a result of love lost to find in the very depths of the pit of sorrow that life does, indeed, go on, and there yet remains something more than worthy of living for ... A message that those who are hovering over the pit of suicide should be blessed with hearing, and understanding, though, sadly, they are not always so blessed--were not--and are not anymore ... A true light at the end of the tunnel piece that possesses beauty and merit ... Well done dear lady ...

[Confuser]

It is so nice of you Marvin, thank you and I love learning "My old man of Mush." Wow, the suicide comment kind of threw me; that is indeed so, so very sad. But like you say, and I say, there's always light at the end of the tunnel. Never give up on life; it is too precious. Have a great day and take care of yourself.

[Workvio]

Yep, sadly she was not blessed to see that little turtle and think of a daughter she always wanted, before choosing to leave this world in finding it a place without hope ...

[Confuser]

That is so, so sad. Have you talked with a therapist about it; maybe a good idea. I am so sorry. You have to stop feeling so guilty.

[Workvio]

My dear new friend, when you get around to reading the story you will then understand my feelings of guilt, and why they will not go away any time soon ... Thanks for caring, and sharing ...

[Emily]

I found a parallel between the character (you?) in the first stanza and the turtle. Very subtle! Great work!

[Michael G.]

A very lovely and creative write. Your imagery is excellent as you made me see it all with your words. (And I know the view you describe well!)
This poem comes at me in many directions. I had a brother who lived at Pawley's Island for several years. I live at Holden Beach - just north of the state line. My front plate on my car has a tiny sea turtle on it. And I am now an empty nester.
I can see how the journey of the little turtle to freedom and its life can easily be compared to your daughter. Very well done. Keep writing. Michael

[Confuser]

Thank you Micheal G., My parents had a home at Pawleys, and I did see, just one, with a crowd, we were silent, lines on each side. And we did cheer and clap. I try to write. Thanks again.

[Michael G.]

You're very welcome. Those lines you formed helped keep the turtles safe from would-be predators, also.

[Confuser]

You are right!! Believe we, each one of us, would have killed a gull. No sibling, alone, right before twlight, and you know in the Lynchfield area, it's quieter.....I loved it! Nature lover like you. Never will I forget it.

[Michael G.]

As well you shouldn't! Have a wonderful week.

[Confuser]

You too, thanks for dropping by. Nice surprise.

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

This is another POWERFUL piece from you, your on FIRE. I absolutely LOVE the struggle for life displayed by the sea turtle, and the way something so simple can open our eyes sometimes and give us newfound HOPE. Great JOB !!!!

[SmittyJas]

This was well written has lots of meaning to me I have two daughter's whom long past left the nest and I don't see them enough or hear from them daily like I would like it to be between us but what I got I will take gladly and smile every time the phone rings and daughter one or two is on the line asking for fatherly advice and I'm hoping this lives are twice as nice as mine was. This is a reaction to your last stanza and last line about daughter leaving home. Have a wonderful day. Loved your poem.

[Confuser]

Smitty, that is so kind of you and I do know exactly how you feel. I have a daughter and stepdaughter and love them both. I bug my husband to call his daughter more often, she is sweet, and our son is 14. You have a wonderful day as well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a really good analogy used here, that fight for survival---and getting away from what could hurt us.

parts of this remind me of the film "sleeping with the enemy"---
new starts are not easy to accomplish when the past is a constant reminder.

jacob

[Confuser]

Thank you for reading. Interesting, my parents went to see that movie, and said he was akin to my X husband, but he wasn't that bad. Appreciate you reading jacob.

[Tania]

Absolutely beautifully written

[anne]

this is so beautiful Confuser..touches the strings of heart...
When he swam away into the warm summer waves,
She thought of her daughter, young yet so strong,
Leaving home one day, she too will be gone....
I can understand the emotions,feeling and toughness in the poem...great work...:))