Sea Story

Tell me fisherman-friend:
what stories of sadness
do the fishes tell
that make you sail
through endless waters
without a catch to show?
You gaze at the mirrors below
and something tightens in your throat.
Does a past pearl of your dreams
still beckon on the sea's surface?
The suns in your muscles
are beginning to set
and still the net
is as empty as your verve.
The waves move wearily,
and the seagulls are drifting away,
as if they have secrets to conceal.
You leave the shore wishing
and you arrive struggling,
head bowed,
with the piercing echoes
of a drowning voice
embedded in your skin.
Darkness then hides
the guilt felt within.

Tell me lorn lover:
what memories of gladness
still make you sigh
even when the sea has breathed
its last wave of goodbye?

141st Weekly Poetry Contest

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