I lost my amulet on the beach.
It was a nightmare.
Every seashell looked exactly like it,
Until I opened it to find it empty.
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But my amulet when I opened it
had a picture of you.
The coloring was faded
as if shot in the 90’s,
your auburn hair perfectly blown
like small swells in an everlasting ocean,
and your smile-
I left it for last
Because I have no words
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I sink silently into the sand,
Knowing your buried somewhere,
Somewhere here where every seashell
Whispers I’m it, I’m it
But then laughs in my face.
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But hey maybe it’s a blessing.
Until know I had one amulet,
One remembrance of you.
Now, the entire oceanfront
Screams your name.
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T. Licht
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskarabout 9 hours ago in Feast
Comments (4)
Is creative and well brought out!
This was so poignant. Loved your poem!
Your poem, "The Entire Ocean Front Screams Your Name," is profoundly moving and evocative. The imagery of the oceanfront and the lost amulet beautifully captures the sense of longing and loss. Your ability to convey such deep emotion in a succinct, yet powerful way, is truly commendable. Thank you for sharing this poignant piece. I look forward to reading more of your work. Best Regards, Dr. Jay
It is brilliant T.