Lost Souls

Posted byChristine BoltonPosted inBlog, LossTags:, , , , 
Only the sea
could match the anger
Only wind could
howl with more clangor
Here no one listens
and there’s no one to call
An unheard scream
goes where dead words fall
In the furor of crashing waves
drowning the agony of woes
The significance of their pain
wasted on those no one knows
Flowers waving in sympathy
as they slip to a watery grave
Where lost souls are bound
and not one person can save


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Lillian is hosting Tuesday Poetics at D'Verse and has prompted us to write a poem about the sea.  I have pulled this one from my archives.  I wrote it in 2020 and share it here with no updates.

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

24 thoughts on “Lost Souls”

  5. howling, angry,
    “the furor of crashing waves
    drowning the agony of woes”
    a “watery grave”
    Your imagery is superb here….we can see and feel the anguish and pain through your words and picture a sea that is not at all the “romantic” one others conjure.

    Well done!

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  6. A poem of pathetic fallacy, Christine, where the sea echoes the emotions. I love the sound of the phrases ‘howl with more clangor’ and ‘drowning the agony of woes’.

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