A small sail craft
adrift in the storm
the swells buffer it side to side
Lone captain fights
the ocean's fury
his meerly a toy for gods
Tossled and torn,
offered pleas for grace
given to what powers may be
A dark swell crests
he fears all is lost
his craft tipped nearly to its end
In an instant
it is all over
the swell lets go of it's victim
A sudden calm
as rainbowed skies break
prayer answered with warm sun's kiss
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Options, Options, and yep you guessed it. Options!! by Cyanide Dreams.
1675 points, ended December 20, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I could see the storm in my mind very clearly.I could also feel the fear and then the realif.Great job on this poem my friend.
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Glad you liked it.
I guess writing mode causes reading mode as well? hehehe
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This poem has amazing imagery. I could actually see the fear on the captains face and relief when the storm breaks. Great Job.
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This is a very well written poem, I like the message and the imagery very much.
Well penned
~lost
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