A line from the smooth, mournful sea that is known as Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines. A poem that murmurs of despair but does not wail with grief. Each line is wrapped in a tender, almost silent misery with the smallest of sounds but the intricate detail of sadness.
The way each line flows, the emotion flavouring each word; the choice, the way it rolls of your tongue leaving behind the taste of rain and the bittersweet tang of heartache.
Each word speaks of the poet's love for the subject of his poem whether a tall, graceful woman with inky locks and blues that rival the Cornish sky or a pixie-like,quick girl with amber curls that twirl in the wind, fringe framing dancing forest eyes.
But it is not a happy love, it is a sad one. One of love lost and hopes swept away by the rising tide. People who have been in love can relate to this poem; connect to it.
The thing which struck me about it was how he wrote it, how each line was packed with emotion and painted a picture that stayed with you. How the poem bubbled with their love and the silent cry of what could've been.
~ tanisha (: x