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Into the Dark
by Wayne Thomas (Age: 58)
copyright 07-09-2007


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
A gibbous moon shone bleakly,
a wan light shedding across the gravel beach,
the last jagged purples of sunset fading
into the dark.

Warm lights and lanterns lit
the bevy of boats,
and now and then
one of them would chuff out to sea.

I built this field stone mansion for Lori,
just six years ago,
but she died a month before
our wedding dry. I went down to the deck,
sat on a bench, and watched my
110 foot yacht "Lori II"
rolling gently at her moorings.

Behind me stretched the den,
my favorite room,
with its walls of yachting regalia,
banners, caps, charts, models,
a picture gallery of photos and oils,
a mounted tarpon.

A soft breeze sneaked in from the bay,
swishing the palms
and cooling my bare feet.

I wondered, gazing at the fading
name of "Lori", watching the first stars
poke out of the darkening sky,
was my life really worth it,
in view of the losses I had made.

Oh, I had money enough and then some,
I had yachting acquaintances,
a profession, more a sport,
to drive me, and give me some
semblance of purpose, but here I sat,
wondering all the same.

I had no family,
few friends of consequence,
but of course life was worthwhile:
look at my trophy case,
filled to running over,
my walls full of ribbons
and the fine yachts I'd skippered,

But where was I, really,
with this huge empty house,
talk to the gardener for conversation,
a talent for sailing,
and a gift for music
that whiled away the empty stretches,
no matter which instrument I chose to play.

I watch the lights on the boats
as they slowly wink out,
and the gibbous moon slips behind a cloud.


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09-03-2007 Richard Reed Jr    

Your poem is indeed more than gibbous it is full:

Full of clear bright images of darkness within and without the soul, which of course also denotes a fullness of life. The good/the bad/the ugly. Good Alliterations sprinkled in, here and there.

Overall a poem which holds my attention through many readings and makes me want more.

I am honored to read your poetry, Sir.

Always your friend,

~Rich


07-16-2007 Samantha P.    

i love this last sentence
and the gibbous moon slips behind a cloud.
it sounds so cool gibbous
no idea what it means but im guessing shiny?
well i didnt see any errors
but ure writing is way to complex for my 10th grade editing skills lol
i love how your detailed and u mention even tho it is getting darker and is turning to night there is still the stars
i also really like how you made this seem sad, because of how lonely it is and even though u have what u wanted you are very alone and how you question life
it seems so sad
great peom
Antha


07-11-2007 Frank Fields    

Don't know who that imposter down there is. Ain't no such critter round these parts that I know of as "Fank."

LOL

Frank :)
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07-11-2007 Frank Fields    

All of us do what we must for the situation and for ourselves. Soemtimes for others, but mostly for ourselves. The one who accompanies one such as the character you describe was fortunate to have a partner that was more than willing to go with and share in his (your) adventure. The loss, of course, a sadness.

A very well presented and coherent piece about a subject (take your pick!) that reaches down into each one's psyche and makes him look at what he did in terms of someone else. Powerful writing.
Thank you.

Fank:)


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