He made her laugh,
Helped her relax,
Showed life,
On shelled sand.
Tagged, kindred,
Then one day gone,
Salty air teased,
No longer his pond.
Not too far,
Just this cove,
No sign of his heart,
So the story’s told.
She slowly sank,
Trying a stiff pointed tail,
Proudly swaying,
To no avail.
Not at all planned,
She missed him so,
In the end, confusion,
Azure ocean aglow.
Dirty little open secret,
Upon her fin,
Abandoned,
Tides in question.
Left to swim with fishes,
What’s left of,
His Crimson Mer,
Leaves me speechless.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
This is your salty epic, Aud. You got me in your undertow.
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Then you’re right where I need you, love. Thank you. Enjoy your weekend!
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You, too, Aud. Have a great weekend. ❤
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Thank you ♡
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Audrey,
Here you write about loss in a gentle way and the setting is very much part of that gentleness
but that doesn’t diminish the sense of loss; i like your approach in this.
Best Always
jf
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Relieved to know the emotion was felt in this poem. I wanted to take care in the explaination, but make sure the loss was felt. Sigh. Thank you ever so for your thoughtful comments, jf. ♡
You’re the best. Always. xx
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A sad parting of the guy and the mermaid, but I’m very glad it ended with the mermaid not completely alone. There are lots of fishes to swim with … and you never know, the mermaid could bump into a merman somewhere in the coral reef. With the Super Bowl over, those mermen might be swimming more out of the caves 🙂
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Yes, well, I’m not so sure the fish were supposed to be a happy alternative, Gus. I went dark on this picture of mine and you, in all your supportive glory, delivered a positive spin. Yes, let’s hope she does, she deserves a merman. Alas, I haven’t a merman photo for the happy ending. Thanks for the smile. Super bowl…giggle.
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Well, maybe not a happy alternative, but at least so she’s not alone. And glad the Super Bowl comment made you smile 🙂
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Oh so beautifully sad, yet lovely, though a little lonely, while being a tale of rising above, while diving under, …Just right 🙂
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It is a sad one, Morgan, but I was reflecting when I wrote the tale. I’m glad you’ve sorted out it coming across okay in the end. I appreciate your poetic eye so very much. 🙂
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Oh, golly, Audrey, this makes me teary! Such a sad story. Lonely, abandoned, all the things none of us wish for, you know. Bad ole chap for leaving her!!
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I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you cry. Aww, she isn’t competely alone! Cheer up, Buttercup! ♡ He’s a good man. She probably hurt his feelings.
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Oh this is a sad one. The question is, though, did the fellow have a heart when he was having speaks with her?
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I know, tis sad, Duke. I guess he didn’t, which explains a lot, huh? All she needed was his heart, but I’m fairly certain it wasn’t for the taking or had been taken already, but as you know, she could still be quite nice to have around, even for a heartless wonder.
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Why do you suppose she wanted a heart? Ghastly, if you think on it.
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What should she have asked for, Duke?
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Perhaps, in a literal context, he was actually a hermit crab? Of the Merton ilk? From another angel, she’s free! Smiling here, through her hurt.
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Giggle. Eric…! Twas a fear of mine that she would be brought up. Merton ilk loving the reference…:) Free, indeed, but she could still use a hug. Thank you..
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Then a huge virtual hug returned! 🙂
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Thank you! How sweet. xx
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