My Smallest Place Dripped Blood on the Ocean

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I knew from the beginning it was not right

One loved and the other did not

But I gave it a chance for my heart to show

That I had something valuable to offer

Something that was free and penniless

It was from the smallest place in the world

And my heart was the only smallest place I could offer you


On an old stone step is where I dreamed us sat down together,

Fresh air, cool drinks, and a friendly heart free to capture, all for you

I fought that battle to win a place in that world of yours

Blinded were your eyes to see, hard was your heart to accept

Painful as it was, I preserved the love I had for you


The desert end of your homeland was I to live

No one knew of me, but you alone did

The grasses, the trees, the flowers, the birds and the rivers  

knew the smell of me.

They became the humanity I relied upon

They were the only beauties I could adore.


Those moments were single because there was only me in it.

Everything I thought you knew, was unreal and had changed

Months and months of my smallest place kept my love so real.

 A waited love with joyous thoughts of you

Shattered with no presence of yours


My plans was a mistaken project

I mourned the reality of what was and what could have been

What I thought was real, had never been real

When I thought I wanted it with you and me together

You shared yours beyond my imagination


Your friends knew of a secret, a wrong secret they kept

Are they friends?  Would a friend keep the wrong secret?

If only the earth would wish upon a friend

who could draw you a map to that

“smallest place” in the world,  a world

where there are big things with your name on it

And that’s what friends are for


Loving you was the wrong ocean I was sailing

I never found land, and my love was thirsty

My heart was dry, a wound it had built

I realised a pain, a pain I couldn’t bear to continue

my smallest place was dripping blood

I stitched my wound and I pull up my sail high

It became me, the ocean and the winds, and nobody else

I finally saw beyond the horizon


Your suitcase, I packed it for you

You want to know what happened?

Behind the door in the desert end of your hometown

A copy lay bare on your suitcase

Ask no questions, your heart arrested you


You, your friends, your mysteries, your secrets

Some riddles I solved from the palms of my feminine self

Decoding you, I grown tired of a job

I burnt the wall you built.

Regrets I have, of you not been behind the wall when I burnt it down


I’ve finally found land, I drained the ocean

 I built my bridge, I expanded my heart

 My Small Place, where a love so true waited for you

A love bigger than the world


Number one was a mistake

Number two was torture

Number three was tragedy

And if I allow Number four, a trigger I would wish


The pain, the thirst, and the stitch, was a wound I cured

A chapter I am closing and a decision I made

Is there anything else you want to know?

Well, I have filed you in my radar and not in my life

You may call it a photo album if you wish to

But the person in pictures is a no desired fruit


You may want to visit the past one day

And if ever you want to remind yourself of a love once so true

“My Smallest Place Dripped Blood on the Ocean”

Is the name of the “Dossier.”


Mama told me there’d be days like this!

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9 thoughts on “My Smallest Place Dripped Blood on the Ocean

  • Ah, the landscape of love is fraught with the unknown. This is a very powerful poem with great imagery. I particularly like your comparison of love as an ocean where no land can be found and still love is thirsty. I also like the contrast between the ocean and the desert. Wonderful, reflective piece, great work!

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    • oh Lana, thank you ever so much for your wonderful words. You gave me the reasons to keep blogging. I was wondering what to write, and this idea only popped round my imagination and so therefore I started writing and whilst writing, the more I wrote, the image of this poem framed my brain and came to light. Sometimes I ask myself, “am I writing rubbish or am I writing something good that my blogger friends can read?” – laugh! hahaha. I am glad you loved this poem, and thank so much for visiting me. Your little visit made me so happy. Well have a good weekend and let’s hope we will communicate soon.

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    • Hello Anita, it is nice to read from you. Thank your for connecting. And I wish you too a wonderful weekend. Will pop round yours and see what you have been up to. Take care now.


    • Good afternoon Diana! I hope you have had a wonderful holiday and that mum n dad are happy and healthy. I feel good to have read from you today. I never thought that this poem was going to be ever written. I wrote within a few minutes. I only started the first or second phrase, and I ended up with some paragraphs of lessons that many of us have went through at some crossroads of our lives. But well, I am glad you liked it and thank you for stopping here today. So nice of you. You gave me the courage to keep blogging! Thank you and have a wonderful summer and be careful of heatwaves. Hugs and Kisses.

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