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Tracie Skarbo was motivated to write by her father, who was her biggest supporter. “He was always behind me, rallying me on with my writing. I would always see him with a book in hand. He gave me a great appreciation for the written word, and the power and responsibility that writers have to shape those who read their words. He also taught me to respect nature and to value the beauty within it; my reflections on my environment are just an extension of this.” Skarbo was raised on Vancouver Island and is working on her next two books.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Beached Ebony

Black liquid luster
Dulled by pulling tide,
Gritty sand-fingers,
And stringy seaweed

Ebony sits upon
Wood littered,
Rock strewn,
Sand sloped beach

Grey rain-pungent skies
Reflected in unkempt
Noir visage
Cannot mute the rolling thunder

Keys and notes robbed
Of innocence and
Thwarted music is
Trapped in lonesome steadfast

Quicksand suckles
Slender charcoal legs
Giving slanted silhouette
To laughing waves

Wind pushes and tugs
Frantic and distraught
Upon hearing mournful cries
She wails realizing her impotency

Knowing time is short
He must succumb
She caresses keys
And kisses strings

It is not compensation
For warm passionate
Flesh fingers
But they are those which abandon

She has no eyes with which
To cry of the injustice
No heart
For his pleas to break

But she has voice
With which to speak
A cacophonous tempest
Of raw emotion

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  1. Absolutely beautiful!

  2. Beautiful poetry, as all of your poems are. Bravo!

  3. what stood out the most was the quicksand and the debris strewn beach with seaweed. I spent my childhood on beaches like that.

  4. Thanks so much Katley... I like this poem a lot because of the images it conjures for me. Thanks for coming by!

  5. She caresses keys
    And kisses strings...love the intimacy in that...the end feels dark to me...no heart to break..no cry of injustice...her cachophony of raw emotion....intriguing verse tracie

    1. It is dark Brian...a pairing that is futile, and insurmountable. It is so sad when she tries to free the piano from the sand while the sea encroaches and steals it from her forever.

  6. " A cacophonous tempest
    Of raw emotion" <== I like!

  7. ..and raw emotions in this...her desperate try to hold on to those ebony keys and strings..i can feel this as a musician and of course way beyond..

  8. The imagery and the emotions they invoke are breathtaking. I felt the ebb and flow of the tempo and for me this really enhanced the impact and permeation of your words.

    1. I am happy you enjoyed it... your words are appreciated!

  9. A musical journey made richer with the continuous use of assonance, which crescendos and then breaks. A lovely sonata kind of poem.

  10. beyond any analysis of iambic pentameter or such…these words of a wounded warrior barely able to come back from the edge to find one's sanity amongst the driftwood and tides amongst the ebb and flows of daily life…you are to be commended and keep expressing it in words…absolutely touching…(love you)…

    1. Stephen.. thank you for reading. I appreciate your words so much. Sending you love and light.