I hear nothing besides the creak of wood
And the settling of the water.
A ripple gently rocks my life
As angry storm clouds start to roll in.
I prepare the best I can.
Securing the ropes, and loose supplies to the deck.
The rain starts to pound the boat
making the deck slippery
I try to keep my balance as heavy waves splash the sides,
Threatening to send me overboard.
I hold tight to the mast as wave after wave
Comes to destroy me.
…
The smell of rain and salt lingers on everything.
The storm may have passed but it made sure to leave a mark.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I’m still alive. It’s just been a while. Hope y’all enjoyed!
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Comments1
Feels like a rich in detail allegory - so I hope you are really OK..
Enjoyed the picture you painted.
Based on a literal storm I had in my area I live recently. I’m okay
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