(A Follow Up to A Tale of Two Widows https://the-inner-child.com/2019/11/22/a-tale-of-two-widows) Reading time for this piece one minute and thirty-three seconds.
Dark Crimson is mindfully mingling with
the full moon’s daunting and luminous light.
As my clotting blood was slow to trickle
from my slender ring less fingers tonight.
An enigma of my existence to the
Merpeople which I did so truly entrust
my mind rushing with grave trepidation
back to another lingering nightmarish dusk.
When previously summoned by
the joyful juvenile red-headed twins
with their exalted song and this
unfamiliar sound of their dazzling fins.
Now with their pleading melancholy song
my heart bleeding from my internal fear
remembering their mother, absent now
for many a lonely and long, poignant year.
Beyond the silent cover of condensation
the night air was salty and thick.
I began to pray that the beautiful
and alluring twins were not sick.
A shimmer of light did break the
blackness as sweeping, intense red hair
on her beautiful and vibrant colored body
leaped bitingly and boldly in mid-air.
Precipitous was her swimming
as I now could hear the sound
reminding me yet again of their mother
I had once by chance woefully found.
My dear friend’s fate caught in a trawler’s net
until the fight from her was tragically gone.
My companion, their mother deceased
with the breach of unwelcome dawn.
Hang on to my tail, was my instruction
in this somber time for the now aging me
don’t let go, for our touch will permit
you to breath just as I under the sea.
Down into the deep ocean, we both swam
moving quickly toward the gulf stream.
Passing bluefish, cobia, channel bass
and sailfish, like an incredible dream.
Finally, I saw her, the red-headed twin
who was another dutiful daughter to me,
snarled, bleeding, crying as she feverishly
was trying to set herself once again free.
Green eyes of an adult yet a motherless child
fighting to stay clear of death’s needless door
a benevolent creature on the blue water’s floor.
Beginning to cut plastic garbage with the blade
I had haphazardly cut myself earlier on
I slashed, and I tore with my sharp pocket knife
until that island was now scattered yet not gone.
Grabbing my hands, the twins swam me to shore
and we three held each other under the pier.
Crying for comfort for the losses we each bore
for them their dear mother, my friend, and the loss
of my husband and the hole in my heart that it tore.
We said our goodbyes, and as they swam joyfully away
toward the beach house, I searched for another time
when we all bathed in the sunshine in the mouth of the bay.
by Joni Caggiano – January 15, 2020 – Dedicated to all life within the ocean and the right it has to exist with us in harmony not fear.
I very much enjoyed this one.
Thank you my friend. Love 💕 you. Joni
Always. Much love.
Beautiful soulful poem you have touched on new frontiers which people do not cross.
Thank you for your humbling and gracious comment. I am so glad you like it. Have a blessed and happy day. Love 💕 Joni
Grateful
Joni, my dear this is such a beautiful and powerful piece. The imagery is striking.
May you have a blessed evening, sweetheart.
Thank you for your humbling words they mean so much to me. I am so glad you enjoyed it. Hope the rest of your week is blessed too. Love 💕 Joni
Lovely piece, Joni. the picture is also very beautiful ❤🥰
Thank you Bulbul I am so glad you enjoyed it. I am touched by your kind words. Have a blessed day. Love ❤️ Joni – thank you for your reading and your kind comment.
You are most welcome, Joni. You have a great day yourself! 🙂
Thank you my friend. Love 💕 Joni
So lovely! Blessings to you, your story is one of beautiful victory because of God’s faithfulness–Romans 8:28 comes to mind, it’s one of my fave scripture verses. The LORD is SO GOOD! <3
Thank you again for your kindness. Yes the Lord is my rock, salvation and strength. Amen on the scripture a very true one and such a blessing to me. Thanks again for your kindness. Love 💕 Joni
You’re most welcome. After reading your story there are so many things I could say…I am proud of you for your courage and faith, and that you share openly on your blog. I’m a big believer in “genuine authenticity”–even though I don’t post my photo, I often write about scars, wounds from my dysfunctional upbringing (which included ‘hidden’ alcoholism, mental health issues, etc) and my brief but abusive marriage when I was much younger. Hard as the road has been, it led me into a beautifully intimate relationship with the Lord–so my regrets are few, my gratitude to HIM Huge. I am glad to meet you here, Sister <3
Oh I am so grateful you called me sister. I do shoot for honesty first and I really must share not only my great faith but how it literally kept me alive. Thank you so much for all your kind words. I am sorry that you had to suffer through your childhood and then a bad relationship. My first bad marriage was long but as you mentioned with my faith in God the road was long but he never left me not once on that path alone. Love 💕 you sweet sister
HE is just SO GOOD to us–I can never “get over it”. His love, grace, patience, are so amazing, in that we never can reach the end of it all. Love you, Sister Joni–and look forward to being “roomies” in Heaven forever💕⚓💝
That sounds wonderful what a compliment, love you back roomie. We are so blessed to have the Lord in our lives. Have a blessed weekend. Love you Joni
I don’t know how people manage without Him, we are blessed indeed💕
Awesome, love this!
As civilization continues to grow and “flourish”, so does the extinction of countless species, ones that we will never get back and whose survival might mean the continued existence of life here on the one and only planet we know about that can support our existence. Similar to how we’re flirting with disaster with bees, sea life is also equally important, yet we disregard the oceans, thinking of them as obstacles to our growth and that they will survive forever – newsflash, they won’t, especially if we keep up our disregard for our sphere of life.
Thanks for opening our eyes, in a wonderfully poetic way even, a little bit more regarding our continued destruction of our children’s world.
Thank you so much for this very kind and well thought out comment. I appreciate your understanding of the gravity of our situation on earth. The beautiful planet that God entrusted us to be caretakers of and to rule over the beast of the land. We have not done His beautiful creation justice. “Scientists estimate that 150-200 species of plant, insect, bird and mammal become extinct every 24 hours. This is nearly 1,000 times the “natural” or “background” rate and, say many biologists, is greater than anything the world has experienced since the vanishing of the dinosaurs nearly 65m years ago.” https://www.google.com/search?client=safari&rls=en&q=as+of+2020+how+many+species+of+animals+become+extinct+every+day&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8
Thanks again and have a blessed weekend. Love Joni
Beautiful, poignant imagery! Good job!
Thank you Virginia I appreciate your kind words and enjoy your work very much. So I am humbled. I hope you have a blessed weekend my friend. Love 💕 ya Joni
This can be read on so many levels, Joni. It speaks not only of environmental issues and a magical undersea world at odds w/ our own. It speaks of loved ones trapped in powerful nets (addiction perhaps?), and our efforts to untangle them — in the process wounding ourselves. Whether this was consciously intended or not, well done, my friend. <3 <3 <3
You are so very perceptive Anna and very intuitive. I use to be stuck in my parent’s world of addiction. I think when I was younger I used spider webs a lot in my poetry. I really believe God gave me horrible migraines (which started very early on) to prevent me from becoming an alcoholic myself. Even one drink will give me a migraine. Every thing else you said was also true. It means so much to me that you read my work Anna because I know you get things that I wouldn’t expect or want others to truly understand. I love you Anna. Please be safe and blessed my dear friend. 🤗💕❤️
I love you, too, Joni. You are a blessing in my life and the lives of many other survivors. By the way, I too suffered for many years from migraines. Child abuse has been linked to the ailment. <3 <3 <3
Thank you Anna that means so much to me, it really does. I hope you no longer have migraines as they are miserable. I honestly didn’t know migraines were linked to child abuse but it doesn’t surprise me. My mother tried to kill all her children one night. I remember it like it was yesterday. When I closed my eyes for the impact into the telephone pole, going 80 miles per hour, I expected a small sensation of pain before being in the presence of God the Father. Instead we were in my Aunts driveway. Many people probably don’t believe this story but it is just as clear today as it was the night it happened.
So many horrible stories. We are so fortunate to have God in our lives, and really know him. Your reading my blog is a big part of the confirmation that God wanted me to share with others. Your blog is full of information which gives back, and helps others Anna. You have spent your life helping others. Please take the best of care to that tender and giving heart of yours. Love you bunches, Joni 😘🤗❤️🙏
What a horrific incident, Joni. How God will manage to wipe away our tears in heaven, I do not know. But I trust in Him and rely on that. Love and Blessings, A. <3 <3 <3
He has replaced tears with compassion but it took a very long time. Love and blessings to you Anna. J ❤️💕🦋