Drifting Apart (C)

Floating along in a mindless voyage

Buoyed up and down

In a bubbly prattle of waves

Pieces of driftwood

Wondering where they belong.

Holding on to past aches

Ignoring nebulous signs

Playing games of ‘may be today’

Each day—a day of anticipation

Each night, a valley of loneliness!

We have drifted apart~

I have silenced the songs of my heart

And walked away, weathered and beaten,

A solitary piece of driftwood!(C)


About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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22 Responses to Drifting Apart (C)

  1. slmret says:

    Nicely written, Zakiah! I love the lines: “Pieces of driftwood Wondering where they belong,” but am sorry you feel like a solitary piece of driftwood! Love & hugs!

    • Zakiah says:

      Hi Janet. This particular poem was written a few years back. This has nothing to do with myself. I think i saw a driftwood in Vero Beach Florida when we had gone there one winter. So I wrote the poem while sitting on the beach.
      Thank you for the comment. Love and hugs right back at you.

      • slmret says:

        So glad — I think we’re all used to reading your emotions into your poetry! Have a happy Labor Day weekend — it will be HOT here and in the desert!

    • Zakiah says:

      I know, I heard on CBS that the temps in Palm Spring will be 120 this weekend. 120!! I cannot even imagine the heat. Stay in and keep yourself hydrated. Love and hugs.

      • slmret says:

        When I lived in Sacramento, I was exposed to summer heat. There was one summer when we counted the number of days when it got over 120! It’s a pretty dry heat there, so much like an oven to walk outdoors, and it sill be like that here over the weekend. I’m trying everything I can think of to keep cool!

  2. Wow. This poem is exactly what I’ve been thinking about lately.
    This part especially spoke to me:

    I have silenced the songs of my heart
    And walked away, weathered and beaten,
    A solitary piece of driftwood!

    Also, sorry you’re feeling this.

    • Zakiah says:

      No darling! I am not feeling down at all. I write all kind of nonsense when the moods and places stimulate me. Read my comment to Janet above.
      I love that you love those lines. I think in my mother tongue, and write the emotions and words in English. Therefore the words sometimes appear too personal. Pfffttt!
      Love and hugs.

  3. Your beautiful poem sounds like a call, Zakiah.
    I hope all is going well for you.
    Love ❤

  4. mrswrangler says:

    Lovely. Describes how I feel today with the way the world is.

  5. murisopsis says:

    So sad but the beauty of the drift wood is undeniable! Is the message that holding onto the past doesn’t negate the ability to hope?

    • Zakiah says:

      I love drift woods. I see them on the beach, i see them sometimes on the waves, bobbing up and down with the ebb of the waves. Hope is good. Always good. Regardless of negative pasts.

  6. Great poem, but so, so sad.

  7. I feel like that some days. You’re wonderful in capturing emotions and feelings. I hope you’re doing well. Keep smiling!

    • Zakiah says:

      I am doing well darling, and am surprised every day that i wake up and able to stand up and do all the chores!! 🙂 I am so glad you like my poetry Matt. Like i said above, i think my thoughts in my own language (Urdu), and translate them into English. Urdu is such a beautiful language with such passion in it. I think that’s the reason my poems appear to be personal.
      Love you. Hope you are doing well.

  8. We can all relate to your feelings and emotions that you’ve expressed in your poem, SweetZ.

    I am so sorry you are feeling like driftwood. 😦

    Write words like hopes, dreams, and love on the driftwood and then catch the breeze and let the breeze sail you forward.
    HUGS!!! 🙂

  9. Zakiah says:

    I never feel like drift wood Carolyn. I am a happy person usually. I write my poetry as if the driftwood is saying those words. Can you understand what i am trying to say? The words are those of the piece of wood that has been washed out on to the beach. That’s all!

    • OH, okay! Now that I read it with that in mind, I understand!
      I just know some people today (with all that is going on in the world) who have told me how alone they feel. I’m trying to encourage them through phone, texts, emails, etc. I was thinking of them when I read your words.

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