Pontus
He invited me to sit with him in the small wheelhouse
which was faintly lit by the computer screens of a few
navigational devices.
But, before the sun broke the horizon,
The silent calmness
was rudely interrupted
by everything that seemed to be alive.
The storm clouds,
the waves,
the shouts,
the accusations,
last rites and prayers,
waking God from a sound sleep.
I have always dreamed in years,
never hours or minutes,
never colors, always hues of purple.
Coming back to the emotion of my mind,
It seems incredible to live life twice.
In movies they do, screenplays and lyrics.
Although the assembly of the cast
grows with each peak and cry of my life,
it wanes when truth warms the spice of the cast.
the plot stormed off stage,
dissolving in shifting motion,
leaving the script and the words to fight it out.
waves of emotions strike us
as we sink into complete darkness.
Copyright 2024 by Dolores Hoffman
Dolores Hoffman has been a writer for South Jersey Mom Magazine and Northeast Metro Woman Magazine. Her poems have been published in Poet’s Choice publication and Pen in Hand magazine. She was a 2019 Selected Poet for Eastern Shore Voices during Salisbury Week. Dolores started writing poetry at the age of 15 and her passion has led her to create a quarterly booklet called “Pick-Me-Up”. These booklets have been delivered to local hospitals and cancer centers with the expressed purpose of exposing patients to poetry in a subtle way.
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