01 Jun

Calm seas, smooth sailing.
An evenly cut wake across the water.
Never imagined what would come next.

Yellow sky in the distance.
Ominous white caps appear.
Unexpectedly, the hull begins to bob.

Heavy wind heralds a storm.
Eventually, waves crash over the bow.
Listing, tossing and turning, the keel unsteady.
People sliding along the deck, heaving over the rail.

Ensuing turmoil and confusion.

Overboard, and into the drink.

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Posted by on June 1, 2013 in Poetry


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