Calling
-*-
It was not that long ago,
when I heard your chanting voice;
I was back then on a place
known as "pain in overflow".
-*-
Your rendition was divine,
It root out my doltish heart;
but you went back to the ocean
before I could grow a spine.
-*-
I have been so lost without you,
almost sank deep in the sea;
ragging storms savaging ports,
there was nothing I could do.
-*-*-*-
Until one day I realize:
I will never hear her voice
if perpetually in the shadows
was my sole and simple choice.
-*-
"Plot the course! Sail across!"
told myself out of the blue;
walked back to the white sands,
(there was no more I would do).
-*-
Sitting by the shoreline,
right atop a mighty rock,
there was you, ethereal creature;
heart and soul went into a shock.
-*-*-*-
Now, I'm standing here close by, with my head tilted your way;
I am ready, you can start: here are my demons, cue to slay.
-*-
About the Creator
Alex Torres
Started writing short stories back in 1988 at work, when I had an empty page to fill for the employee's internal magazine. Taking the pen again after a 30 year-long hiatus, exploring where it takes me this time.


Comments (11)
"Plot the course! Sail across!" Always forward, with the mermaid in your heart. 👌
Very nice 👌 🙏🏻
Congrats on top story. Keep it up…
I am trying to write like you, I am gonna surpass you
This... reads like your own story of going back to writing, Alex. Am I mistaken? Very good read.
Well written, congrats 👏
Fabulous poetry ✍️♦️♦️♦️
here are my demons, cue to slay. What a great last line to go with this. Congratulations
Deep poem. Very creative. ♥︎👏🏾👏🏾
This is unique! I love your style. I love how it builds at the end to longer sentences. I enjoyed the overall analogy. I also think, Sir, that is very stylish of you to name the bulk of your stories with a simple one-word title. Once someone pulls up your profile, I would think that might be something that jumps out at them. I had to take a hiatus also from writing, mine because my brain started misfiring (seizures). I've only been back about half a year. Personally, I think writing and creativity in general is like a muscle. The more you work your biceps, the stronger they get. Keep Writing! ⚡💙⚡
Powerful sense of longing in this piece! Great poem!