Dimitri and me
we lived by the sea
we saw a horizon
hard and infinite
a great ruthless sea
conversationally intimate
a sea so calm yet god so deliberate
we saw and we drank our darkest wines
and we watched the deepest ships unwind
ahead of us
far beyond us far between us
for a life beyond the greatest hope of us,
for a life we waited and we wished for both of us,
we promised it would be us one day
if courage one day
would be our blessing some day
but Dimitri was killed
in March of 1948
and so
I live in this place
of hush
where moon hides the darkest heart of
me
of us
of foaming arrangements of the remainder you see
the brightest of lights of life upon sea
and my days and nights of Dimitri and me
that wash away
our ballast
into the sea
of me and Dimitri and we
stay behind and live inside
a soft and infinite sea of us.
Dimitri and me
we live by the sea
and we see a horizon
wide and so infinite
beyond us a sea
of only Dimitri and me.
photo courtesy of Pixaby
Ordinary Handsome 
Rare of you to use so much rhyme, Steven. It gives the poem a light feeling in the beginning in such stark contrast to the pivot of Dimitri’s death. The second half turns fo wistful and the lightness becomes poignant. Wonderful.
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Thank you, Diana. I’ve been trying to imbue my work with a more rhythmic feel lately. Not necessarily poetry, but a playfulness with the words. I think it adds something to the writing. 🙂
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I liked the contrast of the playfulness of the poetry with the sadness of the loss. It was lovely.
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Wonderful indeed.
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Thank you. 🙂
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🙂
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Thank you again.
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Like the ruthless sea and the poem–happy, sad, happy is a rhythm in itself. Well done, Steven.
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Thank you, Mary. Much appreciated. 🙂
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Love the rhythmic structure of this piece–wistful, melancholy, and lovely
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Thanks so much. 🙂
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