SHORES OF DESPAIR
It was so very long ago,
but seems as if just yesterday...
and the sound of the waves upon the rocks
is painful, too painful to contemplate
Too many times he took chances
thinking he was infallible, invincible
racing toward the shore late at night
after the traps were in
hurrying home to her
But this time he played it too close
probably laughing all the way to the bottom...
It was his way, his life, his identity
Instead of the rush of adrenaline
that gave him reason to do what he did each day,
this time it was his demise
Oh but he went as he would have wanted
And so, though she mourns
she also understands
He couldn't resist
K. Tate Jacoby
July 28, 2010
(Author's note: This poem was prompted by a photograph by Gianluca D'Elia posted in the publication voxpoetica, on the prompts page...having a background that hails from Maine, I empathize with the women who have husbands or loves who have perished at sea doing what they love. This poem is dedicated to them...)
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