Painting by Edward William Cooke, Venice, A November Evening in the Lagoon (1859)
She said this was the safest place
It was 1800 hours and I felt the sadness engulf me
As I looked on past the sunset
Blank with guilt
And I waited
And I waited for her
And they went
The sun shifted
And it bent
I talked to the gods
Bowed my head hopeful this would be rectified if I repent
But the water
And the quiet consumed me
And I knew
She was gone
Poignant yet beautiful and images are awesome
Thank you, the challenge was 40 words or less but I can never quite get that part right. Thanks for visiting 🙂
One day you shall write short poetry 🤗
which challenge was 40 words or less, LaToya? The d’Verse prompt for Tuesday didn’t have a word limit 🙂
Ohhhh, that is good to know, I’m still fairly new to the challenges although I have been seeing them for years. 80 words, I had to stop myself right there or I would have been lost out to sea…lol, as I normally am.
this was “any form, any style” as long as it’s inspired by the piece of art you select 🙂
An intriguing first person poem – I would love to know the back story and what happened to the speaker. The shape, form and repetition emphasised the agony of waiting. I especially like the rhyme in these lines:
And they went
The sun shifted
And it bent’.
Lord knows I have waiting for many things, this is the story of life … lol, waiting, wait, hurry up and wait, go on and wait over there, hold on and wait, wait a minute, hold on wait for me, wait, wait, wait, we all have felt the agony of waiting for some thing or another, thank you for reading, I am heading over your way ❤
So sad, but lovely. I imagine this type of scene has happened often through the ages.
It’s funny because I recently re-watched “Before Sunset,” where the couple had planned to meet in Paris, but then she didn’t show up. Thank you for joining us!
Ahhh yes, I have waited more than a few times in my life, I’m still waiting, this is what came to mind when I looked at the image for the challenge, the dreadful wait for various things 🙂 Thanks for reading ❤
You’re most welcome! 😊
Hauntingly beautiful ❤
Thank you ❤
painfully beautiful ❤
We have all at one time or another waited in vain knowing what we were waiting for was likely not going to come. I like the feeling of this piece, very engaging.
You’ve caught the stillness in the painting, the in-between space. (K)
Thank you for the acknowledgment ❤
Beautiful. You bring out the protagonist’s longing so well. Voyages in those days were fraught with dangers. I hope the ship returns.
Thank you and my imagination is hopeful 🥰
That waiting must have been hard– and now that she’s gone (I imagine she won’t be coming back), there’s nothing else to do but wait. Lovely. You rocked this. Thanks.
Thank you Selma! 😊
My pleasure. XoXo
This is melancholic but beautiful. Waiting indefinitely can be so painful.
Thank you paeansunplugged ❤
You are welcome. ❤️
You can call me Punam. 😊
A very intriguing poem. Well done!
that’s a lot of waiting hours but your poetry rocked the time! ❣️