Cottage
This is my first (and probably last) time submitting original poetry on Steemit. I hope you like it. I wrote this several years ago about an incident that happened when I was young.
Dark, cloudy ghosts
drift across a smokey lake,
fogging recollections...
connections hard to make.
Misty scenes cross time
waken me from somber sleep
spirits calling, fading, falling,
surging up from waters deep.
Kathleen calls for John-John
(like the younger Kennedy)
It's a moniker they gave me.
It's sixty-nine. I'm only three.
October feet are cold and bare
My shoes are not in sight.
She takes Christine down to the lake,
I search with all my might.
Frantically I search and probe
I find my hidden shoes.
We briskly walk down to the lake
with little time to lose.
The school bus bearing brothers
brakes slowly to a halt.
As children gay, prepare to play,
down the steps they vault.
My brothers both stand silent
as laughter sinks to fear.
The air hangs thick with terror
as the lake's edge draws us near.
The lake's dark waters calling
whispers rippling black.
Kathleen's knee-deep, her daughter weeps,
she seems to answer back.
Words like steam rise up
vapor-like from the lake.
The eerie sound of speech
a warning that I take.
You're running late
you missed our date...
A watery grave is still
your fate.
The whooshing waves received her,
they fold her in their layers.
She walks so calmly, peaceful.
softly speaking prayers.
The prayers turn into gurgles
as the liquid steals her breath.
Christine's cold scream does not redeem
her, as she opposes death.
The secrets keep, no need to weep
for troubles never known.
The sapphire sheen, sleek and mean
still chills me with its tone.
Yet solace found for those who drowned
in waters chilling, haunting me.
Sleep sweet in heaven's peace.
Jesus arms received thee. Sweet Deep Sleep.
Interesting. Hope you stay around
I plan on sticking around for a while. I wrote at one website for ten years before it went under. I've been pondering writing again when I came across Steemit (more as an extension of my interest in blockchain). So you are probably stuck with me. :)
That would be great to have you as a regular.
beautiful and so sad
wow. this was very moving. you have a beautiful way with words but I can understand why this might be your first and last poetry post. To reach such an emotional place within yourself would be exhausting but if not for anyone else but yourself, i hope you continue to write poetry.
Thank you. My wife and I just went to see Detroit at the theater. Interesting. Review forthcoming. :)
I have heard a lot of great things about it! I look forward to your review
No need to wait. It's up!
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