Hunger.

 

 

Hunger.

 

Inside the roar where water meets land,
and sound supplants all but the tumble
of pebbles on sand there a plethora of     
lonely concerns exits to leave an angst
as sea keeps my eyes on distance.       

This mysterious boundary of frenzy and
clash with sting of raw saline invading     
my wait waves crash fury against stress 
of watching for arid wind-scream births 
desert of aching existence.

By the time breakers fall silenced calm
forces suffusion while in horizon's lap 
small curls of hope arise on sky's brink
as promise of ship's momentous return
with no more ocean resistance.

 

The tumult of love we shared once will
when resumed recover lost bloom and
drench need with emotion as yearning 
ebbs to reveal real consummation must 
hunger for fervent persistence.

 

Spliced together at last ardour's intent
can leave shallows for wider waters of
deeper union and when binding patience 
to joy of sated release Heaven bequests 
lovers rewards for consistence.

 

So come home my sailor safely to me

Reviews

[Neville]

This is one of those that no matter how oft they are considered... the words here leave the reader wanting more … in effect a kind of hunger in its own write..... and you are so good at it...

[Fay Slimm]

Greatly appreciated are your caring reviews Nev - they are so supportive - bless you as I blushingly whisper "good night" with my thanks...........

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I feel the love spoken of in this allegory, but I also feel the relationship you have with the Sea, and it is very passionate the way that you write about it.
She seems to be your muse so often.
but you make nice sounds when your waves hit the shore of the readers.

j.

[Fay Slimm]

How very kind of you to say in your review that you sense my love for the sea and all who go down to it...............thank you for your generous input dear jacob