Poetry From The Heart
The sun pokes fun as I stand on the pier
I move and it moves…playing tag with the sun
who would ever believe this tale?
Water laps as the old dock wobbles with breakers
a sound brings a tune to mind
sent me spinning to a far-off day of delight.
Moist lips find mine, a dizziness overtakes the moments
left me trembling and without balance…
gone, gone are those days of lusts and pining’s.
Cannot bring him back, he went missing years ago
left me with a broken heart and an absent soul
with a heavy load of torture, damage and insult.
I look down into the deep
a beautiful gold fish studies my eyes.
A premonition or is it real?
My eyes are unyielding starring into its
unable to move or withdraw
staged on the landing unable to walk…
I’ve heard gold fish conveys good luck.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2014 – Use by Permission Only.