This winter night you become the ghost that seizes the bouquet
Of tulips and dreams I hold crossed against my chest
And drops it in the ocean, at least until May
When snow’s all melted and the doves awoken, but I don’t suggest
That I am Sleeping Beauty in her satin gown
For the waking kiss, for the truth is I’m dressed
All ready for the beach, and weighty things like love might drown
But I am light as a cloudless dawn and won’t let you halt
Me or any swimmer from plucking out the flower crowns
And wreaths of dreams from waters deep, and the salt
Of the stubborn, pounding shore when I walk along the quay
Will not stop me from loving the rolling cobalt sea I so exalt.
Besides – tonight too will pass with you away into the day,
And I never believed in ghosts all that much anyway.
Written January 5, 2019 (at 2:58am).
Parameters: terza rima, ocean themed
Commentary: I am in the process of letting go. It hurts a lot to be ghosted, but this is a reminder to myself and anyone else struggling with past feelings that there’s a whole world out there. It’s also an insomniac’s poem as it’s 3am here, so I might be cleaning this up soon.