Looking over the water
at the beautiful horizon
the boat dipping and swaying
with the swell of the waves.
The sky is blue and clear.
Not even a hint of danger...
Yet, I feel tingles in my spine
warning me of what?
I am unsure. ..
Then I turn to look back at the shore
to suddenly see angry, gray clouds gathering along the hills.
A flash of lightning pierces the sky.
My heart pounds
as I make the decision...
Do I stay on the lake?
Or try to make it in?
Grimly, I rev the engine
and speed for shore.
Praying for safety....
Raindrops start beating my face
Thunder and lightning swirl.
I feel my breathing
and a roaring in my ears.
Fear and excitement mingling.
Triumph overcomes my soul
as I know that I wll make it to the marina.
Almost there...
Tension rips through my body as
I strain to keep the boat under control
Waves become angry.
Almost there....
My head pounds from bouncing on the waves.
I make it....
Turning in toward my slip.
People run to help.
Muscles aching as I try to
quickly tie.
Feet sliding on the wet surfaces.
Running to shelter.
I am complete soaked and cold.
A blanket wrapped around me
Thankful for safety:
I say a quick prayer.
I sigh and peer out at the storm.
Anna
Love And Prayers
Always!!!
I enjoyed the mounting drama of your choice words.
Peter
Many Blessings,
John Michael Domino
I could feel the wind picking up, the cold raindrops and that smell of a thunderstorm all vividly described in this wonderful poem. Thanks for the exciting journey back to shore. I enjoyed reading this wonderfully descriptive poem.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
In Spirit,
Bear
hugs
Fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn (the StormFraider; I HATE thunderstorms; here in Texas we can have some whizbangers!!!!). :/
EDWIN
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And I like how you titled your poem: My Storm. Because it was. =] And now it is ours, too.
Regis
With Love,
Cindy