Tribute to fishermen's wives who
live a life of waiting and watching.

Waiting.

Waiting, my mind feels drenched in delay.

Night slid so wet down dark windowpanes.

Grey dawn embraces more gales today.

Waiting, my mind feels drenched in delay.

Shrouds of bad seastorm hold hopes at bay.

Looked for return knows distance outpaces.

Waiting, my mind feels drenched with delay.

Night slid so wet down dark windowpanes.

Published August 15, 2010 Write a comment
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sonetta
wow, this fills the heart with tears...so dark and dreary and sad.....
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PrEmJi PrEmJi
lovely write
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Susan Jarvis
The triolet is the perfect form for the circle of thought haunting the wives' minds, and 'Night slid so wet down dark windowpanes' sends a chill. You have tapped into the angst admirably, Fay. :)
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Patrick McFarland
Fisherman's wives have waited in nervous anticipation for their husbands return since the invention of the boat. Great poem Fay.
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Sandra Martyres
I agree with Karin, this poem reflects the true empathy you share with the Fishermen's wives as they wait and watch during inclement weather conditions..... The carefully selected picture adds to the melancholy mood of the poem...great work again Fay
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Kerry O'Connor
This interesting triolet captures the repeated thoughts in the mind of a concerned wife - and we all have the moments of worry, whether they are fishermen or not. I found the second line to be particularly resonant.
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Raj Arumugam
Karin says it better about your lines than any of us men can, Fay
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Karin Anderson
You bring forth all the anguish fishermen's wives feel with such prrofound and melancholy poetry. The grey picture, the white page and heart wrenching imagery pulls me down to the bottom of the sea....awesome Fay.
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T A Ramesh
People depending sea live like that everywhere!
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RAJ NANDY
A GREAT TRIBUTE FAY ! -Raj
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Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
Fay, you always come up with thick,crisp, fresh poetic beef to sink our literary teeth into....An' here it is oince again...Like the repetition as well as the single-space construction.Moves sweet !Rock-On m'lady ! ~FjR ~
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