So Needing Your Softness…

Blue-green oceans,
My enveloping world,
Vacuous horizons
And ink black of night,
No sense of safe rest,
But constancy of risk.

Towering walls
Abounding each swell,
Omniscient sea power,
Probing my soul,
So knowing each seam
In my strength.

But yet this man journeyed,
Straddling boundaries
Of wave and wind,
Each crest sharply shorn
By scythe of great gale,
Heaving decks an all present echo.

Ripping and tearing too,
At my mind and frail body,
Ceaseless wild mistral,
Blaze of bright sun,
Blast of salt spray,

So chiseling and cold,

My face no longer young.

But now in new years,
Safe harbor so present,

My armor still tempered,
Great girding of nerves,
And hardened brute soul,

Unwelcome,
Unneeded,
Unworthy

Of love.

So realize me now,
Your Sailor,

Heart hatches yet battened,
Long voyage complete,

Just craving your touch,
Just craving your warmth,
Just craving your grace,

So needing your softness…

To smooth my hard edges.

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

55 thoughts on “So Needing Your Softness…

      1. Well, that’s so kind and generous of you Jamie. Of note, I am in the process for publishing.

        We’ll see what happens, but I am so glad you enjoyed being underway, at sea with me!!!

        Liked by 2 people

      2. Yes, waiting for your book, Bill! This poem is very eloquent and, as always, beautifully written and emotionally vibrant. I like your rich imagery of nature: the oceans, horizons, black night), and how all these elements are connected to the present feelings of loneliness and emptiness of the human soul in the first two stanzas.

        The third stanza starts with a retrospective look into the life journey taken till the current situation. Also, I like how you present the wildness of nature’s elements like the wind, the sun and the “blast of salt spray” as metaphors for the scarred lonely soul. They are seen as the obstacles the sailor has gone go through and will have to continue fighting. The sailor metaphor is lovely.

        I think this poem has two main bams or loud thuds that you have brilliantly used to create greater strength. The first bam comes with this line:

        “My face no longer young.”

        This is the sheer realisation of the passing of time, where the first person narrator wants nothing other than to love and be loved.

        The next coming lines present many contrasts, which I believe makes your poem very vivid and powerful: “safe harbor”, “armor still tempered” as opposed to “hardened brute soul” and the three un-words (unwelcome,
        unneeded and unworthy of love).

        Finally, the last lines are a cry for the unrealised sailor to be heard, loved back and needed, where the title of the poem is explained: softness against hard edges.

        Liked by 1 person

      3. Wow… Marta! Thank you so much for your thoughts and analysis!!! That is so incredibly kind of you to invest your precious time to do so. It means so much to me that my words are worthy and meaningful to you.

        I am so grateful my friend!

        Have a wonderful day!!!!!!

        Liked by 1 person

      4. Well, Bill, you know how fond I am of your poetry, so it is always a pleasure. This time I have seen again the connection between your work and Mario Savioni’s, especially in Blue Emptiness. You both obviously have different writing styles, but deal with loneliness, emptiness and unrequieted love in a quite similar way. Have you noticed that?

        Liked by 1 person

      5. Thank you Marta!!! I’m so glad!!! And I have noticed the similarity with Mario’s work (I’m about halfway through). Those subjects, to me, are quite powerful, and great grist for writing. For me, it’s so easy to feel those emotions, and then, the words just beg to be set free. Hope that makes sense.

        Must be getting late in the afternoon there. I hope you have a wonderful evening!

        😊

        Liked by 1 person

      6. I am also glad Mario’s work speaks to you as it speaks to me. “To feel these emotions”, yes, that is exactly the effect any writer would wish. You too have a wonderful evening! 😊

        Liked by 1 person

      1. I am enjoying these reflections of yours. I loved my dad’s stories of his time away and having lived on an island and on boats for a few years the sea is part of me always. So your words resonate deeply with me.

        Liked by 1 person

      2. That is very, very special to me Gina.

        There is such a rich tapestry woven into life by the sea.

        I wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

        And, I wish for you a rich and wonderful weekend!!

        Liked by 1 person

      3. life by the sea prepares you for the bigger events in life and also the kind delicate consideration of smaller values. I see that in your writing, and appreciate your sensitivity. good weekend to you too, hope you thanksgiving was good too.

        Liked by 1 person

      4. So glad…and I’m so glad that it was meaningful to you!!

        My Thanksgiving was good, and I’m looking forward to a good weekend. It’s about 30 deg F here in Washington, DC!!

        Liked by 1 person

      5. Oh wow! and to get colder I suspect. I am a little concerned I may not be able to tolerate the cold when I visit in January. Though i talk bravely about snow and all that the real chill could be something so very different. Enjoy being warm though!!

        Liked by 1 person

      6. i appreciate your wishes very much.

        yes who knows how fates align, you could show me your best coffee place, assuming you like coffee!

        will surely keep in touch once plans are more fixed. such a sweet gesture, thank you

        Like

  1. I so love that you’re bringing your Naval experience to your poetry. All that time spent out in a place so far from the warmth of loving arms is conveyed in this. It’s like you’re saying you know you’ve been away fighting many obstacles, but you’re coming home and you just want to be comforted by that soft touch from a hard life at sea. Really well done!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. The whole imagery of seal, sailor and an aging warrior waiting for the love of his life, beautiful. You can actually transform it into a novel. Although I am not very fond of romance and often fail versing them, you are a master, and have rekindled love for this genre!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. So many thanks! And I’m glad I’ve got your interest!

      Maybe I should turn it into a novel! But, where would I find the time. Sigh….

      I very much appreciate your suggestion nonetheless!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Polishing requires time and patience. It’s all about that moment where you elevate an art to level where it deserves and serve it to your readers an experience, pure finesse! You have the valor of a sailor, patience of your age and skill of an emotive writer!! Your inspirational muse will guide your through the Herculean mountains and valley of formidable time and you will find seek it! How? Art will find its way through you and cascade!

        Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s