Beyond The Sea

Posted byChristine BoltonPosted inBlog, LossTags:, , , 


My weightless body
buoying on a diamond-studded sea
Its gentleness holding my head
above warm waters
Salt on sunburned skin stings
in the open wounds of loss
Cruelly reminding me
that you are gone
The slow roll of waves
covers me in a blanket of silver
Smothering a thousand little deaths
refusing to die
Pushing them below the surface
Drowning them in the pool
where pieces of my broken heart float lifelessly
The ocean’s energy consumes my body
I surrender to the tide 
and where it might take me


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Punam is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us to write a poem about dealing with death.  I am excited to share some poetry again after a lengthy break!

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

26 thoughts on “Beyond The Sea”

      1. I was a bit ill, temporarily, and lost
        the will 😷 🕶️ A time of social media
        distancing 🤔 🕶️ But now I’m much
        better, and ready for some posting.
        Thanks for asking, Christine 🙏🤔

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      2. I am happy to hear you’re better David. Social media distancing is something many should try, more often and through choice. It’s definitely good for the soul to get off that bandwagon for a while. Looking forward to your posts ☺️💕

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  3. O – this beautiful and heart wrenching segment:

    “Salt on sunburned skin stings
    in the open wounds of loss
    Cruelly reminding me
    that you are gone”

    As one who grew up seaside and have now lost all my immediate family, your words are an anthem to the grief that wells up with the memories of my days by the water. What a meaningful poem.

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  5. Grief is a kind of drifting, and we have no control over it. I felt it in your poem, Christine, and especially in the lines:

    ‘Salt on sunburned skin stings
    in the open wounds of loss’.

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  9. Christine, you haven’t lost your touch! Your analogy beautifully expresses how we sometimes float and sometimes almost drown in the ocean of grief.

    “Smothering a thousand little death refusing to die” is so evocative. Thanks so much for joining in.

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