Promises are spiked with ginger regrets

He promised her beautiful moments... 

She promised him ginger spiked kisses. 

along with a garden of Wisteria wishes... 

The days spent along sand and sun swept beaches 

where Promises were given and footprints left 

along the Ocean waves to be  swept away where 

Mermaids play and pretend to wait for love one day...  

A Ship from the Orient sails over the troubled Waves  

where Seagulls sang Lullabies for Lovers who lost their way 

as the Gale winds blew and Promises became seaweed along the 

ship-wrecked remnants of the Storm of Masked Survivors... 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I can see this in its allegorical sense of promises broken, relationships swept away with the ocean storms...
I have a few shipwrecks of my own, but survived...and now I walk along the shore alone, and ponder...
the waters feel calmer these days on a personal level...but when i see the wreck our country has become,]
i wish for the rough waters to ebb.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... we are in quite a quandary... and a
"pickle". Yes, a Shipwreck.... in a short time. We need divine intervention... We will pray together.
and stay six feet apart and wear our Masks. truly, Pat
p.s. thank you for your "Wish" for rough waters to ebb. tenderly, Pat

[Ana Papaya]

No one weathers a storm alone, the tragedy is how divided we are

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Ana... we are divided in some ways; however,
in super markets and such.. I see compassion in others eyes.. as if we are all in this together.. and a lot of people are very Kind and thoughtful. I feel it brings us closer, except perhaps Politics.. depending.. lovely to have you visit. gently, Pat

[Ana Papaya]

:) there are some very thoughtful folks out there too

[Patricia Wedel]

By the way, Ana... your Avatar is charming.
truly, Pat

[Ana Papaya]

Thank you so much Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

This starts out as a romantic ripple of love between the two and slowly disintegrates into a great loss, like the footprints that disappear; the ocean waves are swept away, their love more separate; troubled waves, and promises broken (become seaweed) and finale of a shipwreck is love torn forever. Lovely use of metaphors to show us this downfall of a relationship. fine write Pat (as usual!) xo

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Betty... I suppose this poem is for all ages.
The youth with their dreams... the lovers in their prime, and then those with their memories of a lighthouse with beacons to bring us home. A time of reflection and knowing full well.. there are so many
changes occurring simultaneously. God bless and keep us Free from harm. Your words are interpreted the
way you feel as things are held in high regard. Be blessed one-hundred fold. Amen... Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome Pat, always enjoy your poetry!
Best, B.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

And love is all that and more as she takes us on a less than merry dance, giving us so much hope and joy only to dash it all as fast upon the rocks of pain and regret. Love the metaphors and the first three lines came in like kisses on a warm summer breeze.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... amid the storm of uncertainty... lovers promise to be there when “Ill” winds bring life to a complete change of direction... the romance of the moon and stars will overshadow adversity.
Bittersweet Ginger kisses and lovely Wisteria wishes will soothe our days and calm our nights. Gently, Pat

[Orange]

I also couldn't lift you up anymore
If you let this keeps rotte

[Orange]

Watch your thoughts, what's Infront of you today is the outcome of your own thoughts

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat we are all in stormy waters with the virus and there will be many shipwrecks worldwide. Promises. promises. So many made and so few kept. Washed away. Who do we trust? I'd rather put my belief in finding a mermaid one day combing her beautiful tresses with a coral comb waiting to entice a stranger.

Beautiful poetry, open to so many interpretations. You allow us to travel Pat.

Fondly, Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... thank you for your caring review. We have a difficult path, but we must carry on as best we can. Love your closing line. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the complete poem dear Pat.
"The days spent along sand and sun swept beaches
where Promises were given and footprints left
along the Ocean waves to be swept away where
Mermaids play and pretend to wait for love one day... "
The above lines. So wonderful. A mermaid wish, I made a few. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... you are like the Brither I never had... reading my words of encouragement as you are vulnerable to the
🧜‍♀️ 🧜‍♀️ Mermaid’s Splashing and teasing Playful moves... So happy you enjoyed the Tale of Sea-faring Sailors looking for a Safe Harbor. Be well and blessed. tenderly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

You are like the Brother I never had... truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poem dear Pat and I need a year near the sea.

[Lydia Shutter]

And then the promises were washed away like footprints on the shore! There are many ways to take the meaning here, Pat. Speaking of "masked promises" makes me think of the pandemic and what we were told in March as opposed to what really has happened. Then there is a romantic feeling of the mermaids waiting for their one true love. I really liked this one....very good! Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lydi... your reviews are always as
magical as the Stories of sea-faring Pirates stealing hearts when Mermaids appear on Rocks... This Pandemic is making it’s Mark where days blend into weeks and months..
our Scientists are discovering a way to slow down the Spread and before too long ... it will disappear mysteriously. Be blessed and stay Safe and well. Gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear folks... we are in Storms that are difficult
to control... perhaps poetry can help to let go
of some of the anxiety that needs to fade with
the setting Sun.. gently. Pat