sunsets landscapesShe takes a seat
next to me
her eyes
the color of compassion
and full to the brim
with her love for
that which she engenders
inside me
a single, thin braid
hangs to the side
of her face
gathered at the end
with a piece
of worn cloth
the same color
as an old childhood
blanket I used to carry
She folds her hands
into her lap
leaning on elbows
supported by thighs
the hem of her
flowing gown
We stare, together,
at our reflection
in this placid pool
deep within the forest
of my emotions
with warm hands
slick with my life’s blood
I gently toss my heart
into the water
with a disappointing
it barely stirs the surface
I look to my side
as she watches the
gently undulating water
feeling the weight of
my stare
on the side of her face
she turns and gives me
a tender smile
the braid in her hair
swaying like a pendulum
next to her cheek
she reaches out
and lays a delicate
arm across my shoulders
pulling me close
I close my eyes
as she snuggles my
head against
her bosom
and over the sound of
her heartbeat
which I feel in my chest
She kisses
the top of my head
and with a bit of mirth
and sweet concern
she whispers softly
“Patience, My Love….I am here.”

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41 Responses to Becalmed…

  1. rachel says:

    i can picture every moment of this in vivid detail. πŸ’™

  2. Geetha B says:

    So beautiful and painful at the same time

  3. Emily says:

    Aaaw, my heart. Lovely. Lovely. πŸ™πŸΌπŸ’œ

  4. Great poetry, again, Brother. And that disappointing “ploop” is such a terrific image. Awesome!

  5. maharedwynn says:

    I can’t imagine your heart disappointing even the water! Aw!

  6. Rita says:


  7. augustmacgregor says:

    A tenderness and giving in here, and I can see the long braid being used as a life preserver to get the heart back.

  8. Lola says:

    This is beyond lovely. Compassion is the key the unlocks the truest , purest form of joy for us to experience. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. – Lola

  9. thebrunetteinthepinkscarf says:

    Swooning! 😊 Thank you for making my break even sweeter, Eric!

  10. Eric says:

    Making you sigh is an honor. Thank you, Vic. Sweet dreams and goodnight!!

  11. This is so tender and lovely

    • Eric says:

      Thank you, Tosha! Just a brief summary of how I feel when it feels like the stuff I’m writing has lost its potency. I have to keep reminding myself that everything I write can’t be super powerful…it’s just that I need to continue to write no matter what.


  12. jrd1974 says:

    I loved your poem Eric – and I thought that there were several levels at play here, and found them all to be very powerful by the end of your writing. What an amazing imagination you have and such a magic way with words.

  13. moonskittles says:

    Love the way you make me feel when I read your poems Eric. They all read as they were written with me in mind, and that feels sooooooo good. Thank you for that!
    ❀ Dajena

  14. Eric says:

    Thank you very much!!

  15. thefeatheredsleep says:

    You are very good at creating ‘worlds’ with your writing (I wonder why, says Candy, knowing damn well how Eric does it!) and you are an old-world writer which anyone who appreciates the real deal will appreciate. This is an example of that, and could stand proudly against say, Marrianna by Tennyson. It has that old-world feel that is addictive and classy. Modern poetry is great, but there is a reason the Greats are truly wonderful!

    • Eric says:

      Tennyson is my idol. I can not read Ulysses with dry eyes. Thank you so much, Candice..this had brought so much of a warm spot to my heart!!! β™‘

      • thefeatheredsleep says:

        He is? How amazing that I picked up on this in your writing (and it’s a huge testament to your writing I hope you know that). I love the poem Marrianna, I wonder if you know it, I don’t remember it completely but there is one bit that sticks it goes something like; With blackest moss the chimney pots, fell thickly crusted one and all, the rusted nails fell from their hooks that held the pear to the gable wall, she only said he cometh no, he cometh not she said. I think the word for that is assonance isn’t it? Anyway the RHYME is just sublime and I loved it. As I love your work for the same richness.

        • Eric says:

          I don’t know the proper term. And yes, it is amazing and I take it as a high honor. I wrote a story a whole back in which the main character recites the ending of Ulysses to gather his courage. πŸ˜‰

          And I remember Mariana. I remember it breaks my heart when she says, Oh that I were dead.

    • thefeatheredsleep says:

      I’m totally flattered and chuffed! What would the male-version be? Not shield maiden obviously so warrior? or ? This is all thanks to you anyway and now I like Vikings as much as Game of T if not more because it’s true

      • Eric says:

        Oh yes! Viking warriors would be referred to as Warriors!
        Im so glad I was able to guide you to something you love to much!

        • thefeatheredsleep says:

          Who knew? I’d have definitely avoided it because I heard it was gory which is really isn’t

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