Peace of the Tide
Prompt: Releasing the fear of death
I pace the shallows
Waves lapping my shins
As the tide rises
My time grows thin
I see the end on the horizon
Yet, can not change my path
I walk a long-lined zig-zag
Drawn out slowly into
The salty bath
As the water starts to
Lick my thighs
I am elated, though
I start to cry
It is the anticipation
Of what I can not upend
The driving force
Churning the waves
Drawing the line I
Walk in this life
All the way out
To a rainbow reef
Growing by the ancient
Collapsed lighthouse
Unlit for ages I am drawn
Like a moth to its
Navigator’s flame
I walk the line steadily
Back and forth
Into the froth
As my hair floats
Above my head
I take a deep
Moist breath
The salty sea is perfect
For what ails me
Now I can finally
Get the rest I've been seeking
In a cushy bed
Of swaying seaweed
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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This is so haunting but oddly peaceful at the same time.
this is beautiful, in a haunted kind of way. There's so much peace along the shore and not to be morbid but I've often thought that if I could choose the way and place that I'd die, I'd like to lie on the beach and listen to the waves and feel the breeze, maybe with my feet in the water. Drowning sounds pretty scary and painful though, so I'd like my last breath to be air. Not trying to rush it, and I don't mean this in a suicidal way, just saying when life's done and the end comes, dying peacefully on the beach seems like the ideal way to go, at least for me. Your poem really resonates with that sort of surface-level-dark-but-not-actually-dark thought. Anyway, loved the poem! Hope you're doing well, and that the musings that prompted this poem aren't coming from a place of pain.