Beautiful. You took me there. I too am working on a debut novel. I am not nearly as talented as you are, Roman. Yet I will, as we will, till the last kiss of sunlight spins away.
Dude, I’m 45 and this is the first time I really understood poetry… I mean that on a feelings level, not a “I’m too stupid to understand the point”. Great/ beautiful poem
Roman, This piece feels like a hymn to the inevitable rhythm of existence—the ceaseless ebb and flow of surrender and resistance. The tomato slicer speaks not just of pain, but of transformation: how we are fractured into fragments, only for life to insist on continuity, insisting, “Do it again.” The fragile god becomes the silent force compelling not just obedience, but acceptance. This is the dance of life’s sine wave—waves obediently crashing back to the shore, even as they know retreat is imminent.
And yet, amid the endless push and pull, there are moments like jewels, sharp and glinting in the tumult. The pier, the silver Ferris wheel—a fleeting sanctuary where time melts, painting itself into eternity. Even the lost sandal and the dive become sacraments, a kind of communion with chaos, where the human spirit asserts its own small rebellion by cherishing the transient: her hair as calligraphy, the ink of birds, the sky bleeding color.
Roman, your ending is a surrender that is both tragic and sublime. To row out to fog is to choose to face the boundless unknown, knowing that the borders are not walls but thresholds, and to dissolve into that mist is to become one with the infinite canvas itself.
I really enjoyed reading this piece. You are a great writer and thank you for sharing.
Lovely!
Your words flow like the ocean, a melody!
Beautiful. You took me there. I too am working on a debut novel. I am not nearly as talented as you are, Roman. Yet I will, as we will, till the last kiss of sunlight spins away.
Loren
Dude, I’m 45 and this is the first time I really understood poetry… I mean that on a feelings level, not a “I’m too stupid to understand the point”. Great/ beautiful poem
Roman, This piece feels like a hymn to the inevitable rhythm of existence—the ceaseless ebb and flow of surrender and resistance. The tomato slicer speaks not just of pain, but of transformation: how we are fractured into fragments, only for life to insist on continuity, insisting, “Do it again.” The fragile god becomes the silent force compelling not just obedience, but acceptance. This is the dance of life’s sine wave—waves obediently crashing back to the shore, even as they know retreat is imminent.
And yet, amid the endless push and pull, there are moments like jewels, sharp and glinting in the tumult. The pier, the silver Ferris wheel—a fleeting sanctuary where time melts, painting itself into eternity. Even the lost sandal and the dive become sacraments, a kind of communion with chaos, where the human spirit asserts its own small rebellion by cherishing the transient: her hair as calligraphy, the ink of birds, the sky bleeding color.
Roman, your ending is a surrender that is both tragic and sublime. To row out to fog is to choose to face the boundless unknown, knowing that the borders are not walls but thresholds, and to dissolve into that mist is to become one with the infinite canvas itself.
With Care and Gratitude,
Simply Richard (MD, PhD(2), DBA)
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This is an incredible piece.
👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
I love the poem !
Good stuff mate
Keep on composing
Beautiful post!
I love this piece. It brought back so many memories of our last trip to the ocean.
Especially when I lost my sandals and he dived in To catch them before they drifted out to sea.
🫠💙❤️
Wow. You really have a way with words.