Driftwood II

Driftwood II

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
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I drift into the desolate sea immersing myself in aqua blue, bury the best of what’s left of me that is only best when found in you.

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I weep in the rain-spun filigree

caught in a net of glittering sigh.

The salt-water wind caresses me

as flashes of light are torn from the sky.


I feel weightless, unrestrained, and free

within the palm of reticent spheres

bounced like a child on her mother’s knee

whose love is a balm for puerile tears.


I am cleaved into a hollow ache,

a chasm so deep beyond repair.

I gave till nothing was left to take

until wings in flight fell through the air.


I am saturated with the sea,

a girl who glances through eyes of blue;

and I see a world of reverie

whose muse is drowning in spirit too.


I open my soul and bare my breast.

Sirocco’s wings yield me to the shore;

and as the sun settles in the west,

my salt-sweet lips are thirsting for more.


My lungs are filled to overflowing.

Evening shadows are rolling in.

The ocean winds are softly blowing.

There is a light that flickers within.


A woman is gifted many things.

She is like sun with rivers in veins.

She laughs to cry and in silence sings,

and she blossoms whenever it rains.


The surf is rushing through spiral shells.

The seagulls soar and float on the wind.

The soul is deep, in dark deepness dwells,

and slumbers to dream until the end.


I drift into the desolate sea

immersing myself in aqua blue,

bury the best of what’s left of me

that is only best when found in you.

© 2017 Linda Marie Van Tassell


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Linda Marie Van Tassell

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' The surf is rushing through spiral shells. The seagulls soar and float on the wind. The soul is deep, in dark deepness dwells, and slumbers to dream until the end.'

There's music in everything you write.. tis the fine meter, the way you lay words as if born of the same source. You offer the meaning of woman
in love, in life, in harmony with what she pleases to be and do. She's both compliant and defiant, she is self searching for a beloved reflection.. and finds it..

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Linda Marie Van Tassell

2 Years Ago

Hello, Emma,

I was worried, having not heard from you of late. I hope that you are d.. read more



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Its beautiful on many levels. Is it better than Driftwood 1? Maybe. You say you got more of the true intent across on this one, but I see it as a different work of art. It is an exhausting poem to be sure. Feel wore out after reading it. You take us to many places, weave so many concepts in and out. It's the completion of a well crafted journey. The feminine comparisons to a wondering peice of driftwood will stick with me for quite some time.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

3 Weeks Ago

:-) This is one of those poems that I feel especially proud to have written. It evokes all of the .. read more
I am writhing in envy right now! This is superb poetry! I love the rhyme & rhythm, solid but not distracting. I love your powerful phrasing & the ravishing beach/sea theme carried thru-out. This poem describes the feeling of ecstasy one gets when truly free to delve into one's chosen lifestyle & passions. This is what it feels like to surrender our human tendency to want to control situations & life. All done in SHOW instead of tell, with fresh-sounding imagery (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Margie. I appreciate your thoughts on this poem.
Beautiful
Beautiful
I'm a fan

Posted 2 Years Ago


This reads like a mermaids song. Diaphanous, translucent, a lovely put together write with waves of descriptive notes that tease the eyes and please the tongue.

Posted 2 Years Ago


I do not think I've ever left you notes or suggestions on changes to better your poetry, and I do not think I ever shall......your poetry flows like wine as though born like Aphrodite out of the foam of the rolling sea. Well done!!

Posted 2 Years Ago


"A woman is gifted many things. She is like sun with rivers in veins. She laughs to cry and in silence sings, and she blossoms whenever it rains." These are the best lines of this piece. "She laughs to cry"? Yes, I do...yes, I do. Well done.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Linda, please first allow me to thank you for pointing my eyes to this revision. I must say it is exquisite in flow. I admit, I am not a huge fan of rhyming poetry but this is one that I did not even notice it until I finished my read. It is that flawless. The first stanza alone gripped me with its beauty and made me long to read more. The original of this piece is wonderful and can certainly stand on its own merit, but this revision, I do not believe you could have improved this more than you have. And to be happy with it as you say you are is the greatest reward of it all; is it not? Bravo!

Posted 2 Years Ago


' The surf is rushing through spiral shells. The seagulls soar and float on the wind. The soul is deep, in dark deepness dwells, and slumbers to dream until the end.'

There's music in everything you write.. tis the fine meter, the way you lay words as if born of the same source. You offer the meaning of woman
in love, in life, in harmony with what she pleases to be and do. She's both compliant and defiant, she is self searching for a beloved reflection.. and finds it..

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Linda Marie Van Tassell

2 Years Ago

Hello, Emma,

I was worried, having not heard from you of late. I hope that you are d.. read more
The layers of a women's heart, soul and mind is like mother nature, full of wondrous beauty when we look through our hearts not our eyes.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

2 Years Ago

Beautiful and sweet! Thank you, Cowboy.
a woman definitely is "many things"--
she is strength...she is understanding...she is as mysterious as the depths of the sea...

j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Linda Marie Van Tassell

2 Years Ago

Still waters run deep indeed. If you just try to skim the surface, you'll never understand. :-)

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Added on June 28, 2017
Last Updated on December 1, 2017
Tags: Driftwood, Lost Love, Unrequited, Hollow, Ache, Despair

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Poetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..

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