Into the Arms of Neptune
A Sensational End
The cacophonous calls of the gathering gulls
Herald the sentinels' rise from the deep
The frigid spray somehow beckons and pulls
Me forward as strange scents lull me to sleep.
Death comes, swift and saline.
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Written for the Sensational II Challenge:
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Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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Comments (13)
Mysterious and mesmerizing! This one is really excellent, Dana! I too liked the alliterative “swift and saline”
Take a round of applause and plaundits and praise from me sir! This is surprisingly a heavy hit in the stomach as you lead us to that not so happy ending! Just...perfection!
That was seriously quite the heavy piece!! 😅 Very well done though, Dana!! I love that you worked all of the senses in!!
Another fabulous entry, Dana
Beware both the swift and the saline! Well done!
Nice. And also not.
Oh wow, I felt the wind whipping and tasted the brine. Well done, big bro!!!
Beautiful
This poem feels calming; well done!
What a terrific final line. This one flowed as smooth as sliding into death itself.
This was a lovely poem!
"swift and saline" - excellent way to end it 🤯
I can feel the spray and taste the salt. Well done, my friend.