She With No Name
Poem #42 from the Poetry Portal
She asked, “How cold is it?” I said, “It’s very cold.” Again, she asked, “How long – One sink in moribund?” A jest, I thought she quipped In haste, she came to rest In close proximity, Where I stood and stared The riptide tarn ripping the edge.
Aghast by what she said, I turned to her perturbed in dread Then sought her pain and wits to mend Formed such assumptions in my head But good intentions were limited This woman’s state Tangled in blue She dwelled in them ages ago, As phantom-like carried her through.
She climbed to higher boundary On hard embankment, there she stayed As autumn wind winnowed its way Through mounting water hurling fast Onto the drifter’s soiled bust She, with her unfortunate past Her dirty feet performed their task They sifted through white bubbles blast As though a child playing her last.
In my attempt to rescue her I climbed the wet mossy border I clamped my hand on metal bar To catch her hand, and yelled, “Hold on”, But no response, nor a demand She stood there straight with open arms Her stare streak as laser beams command To ever stronger waves at hand To free herself from loads of torment.
With much confusion, again I tried To save her and control my fright To stop her plan, this dissolute Her earnest wish to execute To leave this world, be done with it. Amid the chaos in my mind Bewildered I asked her, “Why?” I can’t recall if she replied A massive wave swallowed her frame.
I stood in a daze, stunned and beat As I struggled to race back down My thoughts were firmed to call police I looked right back at bluish-ness With earnest hope, she swam alright But sights of waves, they’ve grown so high Splashes streaks like neon lights They hit my face as razor-sharp My fingers trembled as I shout… “Help! Someone jumped over the lake!”
Written by Author: Santayana Rose — is passionate about writing and ideas.
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