Standing at the edge
of a once beautiful shore
I dig my heels into the sand
readying
embracing myself
for the tempest
following the eerie
calm
that lull I stand in
void of sound
and movement
I see the rise
in the distance
and take in
my last breath
Author notes
just breathe
A contest entry
- Natural disasters! by mwilson50.
900 points, ended June 19, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Powerful
Nice form, intense imagery. Makes me think that someone is in the eye of a hurricane, waiting for the second round to come. The rise would be a wall of water, I presume... Well done. Thanks for your entry! -
I can feel my breath catching in my throat. This was beautiful and eerie at the same time. Great combination
Carrie
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Wow. Im breathless...the authors note was a good reminder to actually take a breath. Stunning work...
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