Pacific by Michele Hyatt-Blankman

Pacific, by Alex Colville, 1967.

Pacific

An ocean paradise
lurking behind it,
nothing.
Why go there?
I knew the end was here.
My hopes are ebbing.
My money gone, a romance broken.
That last blast of a gun would shatter
the peace of the gentle waves.
That’s not what I wanted.

I long to disappear
among the confusion of colours
that I knew swirled below
the ocean’s surface
like a Peter Max painting,
vibrant with neon blues and reds
and greens and oranges,
shades of a life I’d known.


I feel strangled by despair
and yearn to be rescued.

And then the phone rings.

Michele Hyatt-Blankman

This poem was written as part of the 20 Poem Challenge.

Michele Hyatt-Blankman began writing stories and poetry from a very early age, beginning a lifelong interest in both. She expanded her interests to journalism at Marshall University, where she was a Graduate Teaching Assistant. Following years in public relations and copy editing, she now spends time at home with her husband Jon, a retired school teacher, trying to keep  her four cats out of trouble. She is also a proud mom of two sons, Richard, 31, and Joshua 29, living in  NY and Texas, respectively.