Tuesday, July 7, 2009

She never looked before

She'd walked the old familiar path
A hundred times or more
Now she trudges mindlessly
Tunes out the ocean's roar
She walks into a tussling wind
That blows and shreds her hair
But doesn't touch, cannot reach
A heart that isn't there.

She finally got the answers
To questions long delayed
If she could only take them back
For she has been betrayed
From future bright and hopeful
To clarity achieved
From life not tried or tasted
To bitter truth received.

Today she walks the path again
And breathes the cool sea air
She sees the trees that hem her in
Bleached sentries standing there
She sees a turtle on a log
The churning water foam
She sees the skittish little fish
The gator turned to stone.

She feels the spray upon her face
A salty pleasant sting
And looking up an eagle soars
A heron takes to wing
Never has she seen all this
She turns to face the shore
Amazed at gifts she'd somehow missed
She never looked before.

Copyright © by Jacob Anson 2006 & 2009. All rights reserved.


Juergen Kuehn said...

Hello Jacob,
with your poem I take a trip into my memories and find very similar phases of life.
Quite possibly, that it's our interaction from time to time between Yin and Yang.
You found wonderful words to an important matter.

Your EG Tour Guide said...

WoW! You are gifted with words!

Jacob said...

Thank you, Juergen and EG Tour Guide! You're too kind. But I appreciate your comments!

Robyn Coffman said...

Wonderful visuals you weave.
Thank you.

Jacob said...

Thank you, Robyn!

Asta said...

Beautiful poem, Jacob. As always. You really are gifted! The poem together with the picture is a perfect match. Because your words made me think about the sea.... Or maybe it was your picture that led my brain into that path....-:)

Best regards

Cezar and Léia said...

Magnificent poem!
Your words bring to my heart some different feelings now...
I am a person who questions all the time without accepting the facets of destiny easily.
I need to feel happiness! Could you be accommodated? I think we must go on always...
However ... sometimes in life we fall down as wounded birds. The main point is not give up.

Disappointment and pain bring wisdom and new ideas sometimes.

And the life follows its way!

wow...your poem is very inspiring!
Thanks a lot dear Jacob!

Jacob said...

Thank you so much Asta and Leia!

Tammie Lee said...

This is a wonderful poem, so full of depth and life.

amatamari© said...

My english is really poor but - for the little that I understand -
I think it is a wonderful poem
and a picture perfect for the words ...

cieldequimper said...

That's a lovely poem about life. Made me think about my attitude.

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Wonderful sentiment, Jacob! Great sensuous details. And nicely rhymed as well. I have a poetry blog, too, but I don't (or rarely) rhyme my poems.

bfarr said...

Loved your poem. So many of us have traveled that road and come out better for it.