Living in the Present
In the stillness
of the morning
I see her again
The woman in black
Standing on the rocks
in silence
Staring at the sea
motionless
The breeze lifting
her hair and leaving it
to tousle about
her shoulders
Whenever I come
at this time she is there
Never acknowledging
my presence
Absorbed in her thoughts
and quietness
I smile nervously
but she looks through me
As if I were transparent
I speak but she does not hear
It was then I realized
I was looking at myself
The woman in black
was me
My head was always
in the future
instead of being in the present
I was mourning the
loss of something I would
never have
unless I started living
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts
Sue Vincent's Write/Photo Challenge
OctPoWriMo - Silence
Nervous - WotD
Christine's Daily Writing Prompt
Go Dog Do Cafe - The Woman in Black
There’s a mystical feel to this.
Yes! Hope you liked it 🙂
Truly wonderful Christine!! 😊
Thank you my dear Beckie. It means a lot 🙂
Always a pleasure, Christine! 😊
Beautiful!
I love this poem, Christine.
Thank you Roberta. I’m happy you liked it 🙂💕
Those last few lines, Christine, are just perfect.
Thanks so much Sue!
This is wonderful, Christine! 🙂💞
Thank you Punam. I’m so grateful 🙂💕
You are so welcome, my dear! 🙂❤️
Christine this is such an amazing poem. We do waste a lot of now, regretting what may happen!
Thank you so much Sadje. That means a lot to me. 🙂💕
It’s my pleasure 😇
Wow, this is Brilliant, Christine…and familiar, as somewhere in my files I have something similar. I So enjoy your writing–makes my heart hum an echo 🙂
That’s great Avia. You must share it. I would love to read it 🙂
I recently tried to find all the old poems…it’s an arduous task, as apparently I’m way less organized than I thought! Disks and flash drives…aarrgghh 🙂
Hopefully you’ll find them 🙂💕
I will find some 🙂