I am lost/ Where are you, cast away by currents?
alone, washed ashore/ After the ship sank
carried by the waves/ I searched for you
this island is not placid/ amid the debris
detritus mars the beach/ ethereal flakes of life floating
among the meandering silver fish/ glinting in the sunlight
in water, salty as my tears as I cry for you/ sending a message, of hope?
please find me / Do not forget me, love
© Merril D. Smith 2016
This is in response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge. This week the challenge was the photograph above and/or these words: ethereal, placid, meander, forget, silver. I wrote a cleave poem. Each side is a complete poem, but the full lines read together also make a poem. So, three poems in all.