Sail when there is wind.
Reverence the flotsam floating...
cloistered sea creatures.
About the Creator
Pamela Williams
“Suppose I had wings like the dawning day and flew across the ocean. Even then your powerful arm would guide and protect me.”
— Psalm 139:9–10, Contemporary English Version (CEV)
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Drowning in the Sea
Under crescent moon, I cast my line from a boat on the sea. Clouds moved in like a shadow, and upon me came a spiral wind, and waves broke over bow. Choking waves invaded me, while riptides pulled me underneath where fish may have consumed at their desire. Serrated edges I did not see as the moon became your face. Never a gull sang that night, but thoughts of your voice, a conch echo, a spiritual melody. I felt a spin of core and plume, a rise of burning lava. I looked for you and found you as a lighthouse on the shore, reflection in pools of water and drips like fingers plucking harp strings in my darkest hour.
By Pamela Williams4 years ago in Poets
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