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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Finding ourselves is a difficult process, but sometimes we must look elsewhere to get the answers we need.

Art by Barbara Florczyk


I’ve gone right through to another shore,

a shore of personal touch

where the sky is in a forgotten bloom

the wave's a whitewashing flush,

a state of pure tranquility

painted black with my very own brush.


I ask of you,

while on this dock,

a wood that’s harboring loss,

you’ve lost the memory

to come back for me,

a mirror stained with moss.


A broken reflection,

a crack in the glass,

the waves, myself within,

stars sparkle above

with a shine that I love,

the one below, no grin.


I’ve never tried,

you’ve left my side,

my home now on the beach,

yet I see your sail,

so put me back on this trail,

to finally step forward and reach.

Submitted: August 03, 2015

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I so wish that i could write like this. To me your writing is deep but yet states the obvious. That is a talent that i just don't have. Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

Mon, August 3rd, 2015 8:45am


You're way too kind, but thank you :)

Mon, August 3rd, 2015 11:41am

Jack Motley

A widow's perch in literal form, Hanorbi. Beautifully sad, it evokes great feelings, which is the point of poetry, I believe.

Good work, as always, Hanorbi. If you ever compose anything less than great poetry, Hanorbi, I shall reserve the right to say something snarky. And Jack can be a very snarky boy. :3

Much respect from Jack, as always.


Mon, August 3rd, 2015 9:49am


At least I have something to keep me going. Thank you much, Jack!

Mon, August 3rd, 2015 11:43am

Jeff Bezaire

Great emotion in this piece, and the picture that goes with it is magical. I could stare at that pic for some time if it wasn't for the fact your poem accompanies it. I love the second stanza. "A wood that's harboring loss" -and- "You've lost the memory to come back for me" both really struck me. Great imagery used in expressing forgetfulness and the loss of one's self. Great word use with "bloom" and "moss", very descriptive. And the final line of the first stanza is incredible!

Mon, August 3rd, 2015 4:38pm


I forgot what the last line of the first stanza was, so I just checked and I agree lol. I always try as hard as I can with the descriptions, since I think it's necessary with any type of writing. Without it a piece is worthless since the reader can't visualize. That's just my opinion, though... thank you so much, Jeff!

Mon, August 3rd, 2015 12:00pm

Mr Watson

Great visualisations Hanorbi. Moss stained mirrors and a forgotten bloom, dark reflections indeed. maybe the answers in the sands of time !

Mon, August 3rd, 2015 8:00pm


Possibly, Mr. Watson. Thanks as always for the read! :)

Mon, August 3rd, 2015 1:26pm

B Douglas Slack

I had a sense of haunting loneliness here, Hanorbi. A woman, perhaps a widow, standing on a shore amid remembrances she cannot share with others except for the lights in the sky. There is an almost alien feeling to the picture that translates to the poem as a crack in time. ~Tom

Tue, August 4th, 2015 4:39pm


Thanks so much, Tom! I'm glad what was depicted in the picture translated to the poem.

Tue, August 4th, 2015 1:16pm

unmasked delusions

Man this one hits so hard- like most of yours do but there was just a message in here that really hit me personally so good job! I love the picture too, soo pretty

Fri, August 21st, 2015 4:54pm


I know I love the picture :) Thank you so much!

Fri, August 21st, 2015 10:13am

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