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 Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
© Doug Hickok All Rights Reserved
How can it be here,
my ultimate fear?
A force to be reckoned,
Growing by the second.
Thrashing waves at the shore,
I can’t take it anymore.
My dying wish can’t be
to be consumed by the sea.
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anger
RED IN ITS ANGER
The storm approaches the shore.
A spray of water hits my face.
The salty breeze lifts tendrils of hair.
Palm trees sway and bend.
The sand ripples
from the increasing wind.
Birds flee for safety.
Waves crash against the rocks.
The sky darkens to red in its anger,
raining tears across the land and sea.
When will it end?
Once the sky calms,
the sun will shine.
The birds will return.
The tantrum will be over.
RED SKY
The sky glows red
with anger.
It shrieks thunder.
It rains tears.
Lightning sizzles
across its angry face.
Wait.
Watch.
Listen.
The sky is still in command.
It shows its wrath.
Then it grows calm
and releases the blue skies.
DOUSE THE FIRE
Source:wreck
DOUSE THE FIRE
It simmers and brews.
It comes to a quick boil.
Hot steam escapes the cracks.
A whistle fills the moist air.
A fire too late to be extinguished.
A flame too unwilling to be leashed.
An explosion rips through the surface.
Heated words spew forth.
Sweet nothings won’t curb the flames.
Apologies too late in coming.
Anger has reared its head.
Water won’t douse the fire.
CHURNING
Source:flyngdream
The sea churns.
It burns with anger.
Waves of passion.
Ready to strike.
It will hit the shore.
So be prepared.
The Dead return.
For you and me.
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A STORM IS COMING
A storm is coming,
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying
And so much more.
Anger raises the waves.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.
I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.
His anger brings passion and fear.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily move mountains.
For me, he moves the sky above.
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FLUSH OF PINK
… the inner gauge is rising to its peak …
Anger raises its head
as I thrash in my bed.
The hot flush of pink is flowing.
To my brow, it isn’t slowing.
I remember his aqua eyes
as he retold his many lies.
I watched the grim line of his frown
as he turned my world upside down.
I won’t let him ruin my night.
I need him out of my sight.
No more meetings in the dark
beneath the elm in the park.
No more whispers as we walk.
I know the town loves to talk.
I say goodbye to my fickle love
as the moon bows its head above.
FURY
The ocean roars its fury.
Arms lift in supplication.
Waves bend sharp rocks.
No boats dare the swells.
Birds flee.
The sun hides.
Mist fills the air.
We wait.
Will we be worthy?
Is mankind ever worthy?
Will the waters recede for us?
The answer lies in the ocean’s depths of despair.
We bow our heads and pray.
PURPLE FURY
PURPLE FURY
The sky flashes purple and pink
amidst flashes of blue and white.
Reflected on the silvery surface
in shades of aquamarine and amethyst.
We see only a glimpse of its fury.
A quick shot of hot anger.
Don’t look away
for all too soon it will be gone.
HIS PASSION MOUNTS
Source:insane—world
Storm is coming.
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying.
And so much more.
Anger raises the waves.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.
I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.
His anger brings passion and fear.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily moves mountains.
For me he moves the sky above.
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