Linking with Flash Fiction 55 over at Verse Escape
where we write a poem or what inspires us in exactly 55 words.
Thank you Joy for a wonderful prompt!
Come join us everyone!
I dream of far places
where gulls glide Atlantic Seas like ships
there I am alone among multitudes
yet the only voices I can hear
are ghosts of yesterday
old and ragged I whisper
the tireless question
why no matter where I
venture
I remain a child hoping for my mother to hear my cry.
This is beautiful, and hits the heart. Somewhere inside, I think many of us are waiting for that.
ReplyDeleteThere is no sorrow like that of missing our mothers. This expresses it so well.
ReplyDeleteI love this, Carrie. So human, forlorn, but carrying strength and insight. It is instantly relatable, yet not shallow or forced. I am so glad you joined us for the 55, and have a kickass weekend if you can
ReplyDeletegripping and speaks from the heart - both of loss and longing and yearning .... and I like that it speaks with a certain ambiguity - as to why the child hopes to be heard - whether as sign of adult loss of a parent or perhaps of the small child who speaks from the shadows; and sometimes, it is of one and the same -
ReplyDeletebut then, perhaps I'm reading too much between the lines and spaces -
it's still a very powerful piece, as Joy noted, carried with strength.