Looking through the haze toward distant shores,
She knows that her love is here no more.
“Lost at sea” the cable said,
Whereabouts unknown they presumed him dead,
But nothing on earth or in heaven can quell,
Her hope against hope it was wrong what they tell.
Still the solitary dove of the purest of white,
Could not quench her anguish as day turned to night.
With palm against pane her pain tore too much,
At the strings of her heart he could no longer touch.
Then a tear weaved its way down her fair tender cheek,
As the knot in her throat silenced her effort to speak.
All she could do was weep for him that was lost,
Ne’er to give up no matter the cost.
She promised him her love forever and all time,
To him and him alone his memory enshrined.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Photo Prompt #7 – “The Dove”
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
GLADLY!!!! OH YEAH, FOR HER IT IS NO PICNIC!
Isn’t that the truth. Thank you my friend. 🙂
Such a tender and heart-breaking poem
Thank you and thank you so much for the inspiring prompt. 🙂