Blueprints by the Sea

Rewritten from 2014

On days before ours I'd take my wits
and walk to kill whiles
and desolate summer truths.
I'd be besotted with new paths traipsed
as my world was filled with beauty plenty
that I believed something was worth locating
in its cute but pallid blueprints by the sea.
My place was gyred by water
as if to keep me caged,
pondering their artistry, wander them,
and write words in marvel and despair.

I remember the breeze would stand still
long enough, should I stand there idly
and just observe; waste away my days
in both actions and in mind.
Between its bursts came whispers
within the cracks of the waves
but they were voiceless.

Once I could share my world with you,
walk you by my waters, hands enlaced,
I could see extra colours by their banks.
Those solemn spring-grown buddings
quickly faded from white to shaded hues.
In such moments it seemed fitting
that the sky be bluer, the sun burn golden
more so than ever on me before.

On such days I'd make a promise
never to let those colours dwindle
and cherish each footstep on the shores.
On such days I'd make a promise
never to leave my spirit barren
or forget the splendour of this world.

For never can these waters be revisited
with the same resonance again.

Author's Note

I recently found this poem from 2014, which was the working title of a then-current project revisiting my old work and writing about a brighter future. I never shared the original version which I rewrote the other day.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when we have someone to share the beauty surrounding us with...it all looks better and feels better...and the color returns...years can go by in black and white...i experienced that before..

but now, even if alone...life is too short waste....and i will stop and enjoy that beauty, always.
j.

[TheJordBaker]

Thank you Jacob