Shipwreck

Shipwreck

Upon the crests,
Through wild swells,
A plunge onto reef.

Drenched in biting waves:
sails shred to rags,
deck reduced to splinters.

Wind tossed sideways.
An intoxicated stagger.
A drop into a flume.

A blackened sky
blinked like aflare
of plasmic streams.

Moaning angels wais
as haven’s structure
fragment into tribulation.

Elaborate ferocity.
A drowning grave.
Unplanned evacuation.

Countless souls
will never recapitulate:
no more to hearth or lodge.

But for one, vicissitude,
unknown loneliness,
perhaps an ounce of heroism.

Beneath a sopping sky,
upon a ship that spins,
life slips out at sea.

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I wrote this for:

challenge – “shipwreck.”

Also posted on:

Poetry Picnic Week 17:Photos, Nostalgia, Memories, and Families

The picture is from:

http://www.ewallpapers.eu/view_wallpaper/shipwreck-1280-800-1680.html

I wish I knew more about it. It’s very cool.

Windsurfer

Windsurfer © Jean-Michel Leclercq

Windsurfer

In tropical dawn,
in sultry dusk,
I rendezvous
with waves.

Sweaty,
in the finest neoprene,
I dominate
a kingdom
I shall never throne.

Rinse and hold.
Taste the salt.
No break to my adrenaline.
Spray spitting from the barrel.
I carve kinetic fluid.

In the food chain,
I devour waves.

I take refuge
in the cycles
of lunar forces.
Always restless
in utter wetness.

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Posted on:

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I found this on   Jean-Michel Leclercq’s Flicker Site  ©

Also, I have never windsurfed nor regular surfed in my life. I did take sailing lessons and was American Red Cross certified in basic sailing.