Portrait of a Headland

 

Surrender yourself

to the earth

fuse

with the landscape

let wild grasses

slip

through the tresses of your hair

where once your eyes dazzled

the trees will cast their shade

over what is now sparkling pools of blue

The ocean shall mould

the contours of your skull

hardening

distorting

with the duress

of heavy handed waves

Release your last words

so that they may climb

the rocky outcrop of your chin

to become sounds of the world

that travel endlessly on the wind

Allow the waters to cradle

the cocoon

that made you whole

you will become

not  just the dust

but the rock

that stands against the sea

and  the tomb

that holds your soul.

©Dianne Turner 2011

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35 thoughts on “Portrait of a Headland

  1. Yes, we are all shaped by the Universe and we all return to dust, but the spirit soars eternal! The seaside holds great affection for me, so I particularly enjoyed this beautiful and poignant poem. Lovely.

  2. My, so beautiful but so sad. You unravel the story well til
    that made you whole

    you will become

    not just the dust

    but the rock

    that stands against the sea

    and the tomb

    that holds your soul.

    Wow, that is poetry. : – )
    Iris

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