Invitation To Move On

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I am small in the sea, pushed around

by waves that care not for any grain of sand

or stuff that floats in old men’s heads.


Arms held wide and high, that reach and cling

like a child to a parent when things get rough,

when routines fail and muscles waste.


I hesitate, recoil, cower; skin so thin

these cold water blades could spill these guts

for waiting gulls and wash away this name.


I am caught like the sun, falling

and hoping to rise again, the horizon watched

from a base of arched feet, soft soles and toes


exposed to the hidden sharpness of shadows.

And though these whispered sea breezes,

with caresses would show the way,


for that bastard time waits not for me,

until I learn to surrender, immerse this body,

allow these legs to float and lay back this head,


could I ever take in the whole of the sky?



(Burning House)

Picture credit: Musat (wikicommons)


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Jonathan Humble

Sat 16th Feb 2019 15:28

Cheers Ray : )

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Sat 16th Feb 2019 10:55

This captures that spirit of significance /insignificance we ponder on when faced by own egos. Good poetry is far reaching when the imagination describes that so well Jonathan. A great poem, so lyrical and questioning, which we get with Larkin .


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Jonathan Humble

Sat 16th Feb 2019 10:26

Thank you David, Keith, Jason and Douglas.

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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 14th Feb 2019 06:27

Hi Jonathan,

This is a soothing piece of writing for me. I enjoy the immensity of the planet, I like it when it reminds me how small I am and of it's own terrible power. It keeps me in my place and grounded.

Just lovely delicate writing Jonathan.


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keith jeffries

Wed 13th Feb 2019 21:57

Jonathan, your poem captivates the dilema of growing old, that irreversible proocess which is difficult to live with as often we feel trapped and frustrated. It is a difficult time as we deteriorate physically but remain alert mentally. A solution may be found in the spiritual, a separate part of our being which can provide hope and solace. Would turning back the clock help? The answer must be in what lies ahead. Thank you for a thought provoking poem which speaks from the heart. Keith

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 13th Feb 2019 21:42

This is a really beautiful piece. I felt like I was there.
"Could I ever take in the whole of the sky?" Now there's a question.

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Douglas MacGowan

Wed 13th Feb 2019 20:37

Very beautiful. Lots of touch sense descriptions.

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