Tides of the Forgotten
Between Solitude and Shadow, Where Silence Meets the Deepest Shore
By Aarsh MalikPublished 9 days ago • 1 min read
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Drifting alone, I trace the trembling tide.
Ash-laden clouds mirror the hollow in my chest.
Ripples whisper secrets I cannot speak aloud.
Knotted memories sink beneath the silver swell.
Waves cradle my freighted bones with quiet insistence.
Alone, I listen to the pulse of the unseen.
Veil of mist swallows the edge of the world.
Every breath, every heartbeat, moves never more.
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If you read the first letters down, you’ll find DARK WAVE—the tide that carries all we leave behind.
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Aarsh Malik
Poet and storyteller who believes in the quiet power of words. Sharing self-help insights, fiction, and poetry on Vocal.
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Comments (13)
An acrostic with focus. The lead image and the message carried in the poem align with this intense era of existence we're in right now. The Light is gonna shine...
There is indeed something mesmerizing in the rhythm that underlies all aspects of our world.
I loved this acrostic!
Incredible! I love your choice of words.
I love a good acrostic poem. This is a great one! The mood and imagery are stellar. Did you mean to say, "frightened" instead of "freighted?" or is it that your bones are carried? That one tripped me up a bit because freighted means trucked to me. I especially enjoyed the line, "Knotted memories sink beneath the silver swell." ...and again, the surprise that it was acrostic! 💜
Wow! I love poetry and yours is a true example of why!💜🩵💜
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I absolutely love your poem, it is so lovely. ♥️♥️🙏🙂
"Waves cradle my freighted bones with quiet insistence." Very nice.
Beautiful ♥️ I love this poems flow and fluidity in self vs one with the ocean.
Great atmosphere and imagery.
Am I picking up a Wallace Stevens vibe, or maybe William Carlos Williams? I see the Eliot allusion, but I’m feeling other canonical texts in this. 💖
Freighted bones...I paused. Amazing image.