CONSUMED BY THE SEA

Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC

© Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

 

It is here.

A force to be reckoned.

It grows by the second,

thrashing under the bridge,

leaving death in its wake.

Leave me be.

My dying wish isn’t

to be consumed by the sea.

TIME STANDS STILL

 

 

The island calls to me.

It whispers my name.

The bridge sighs.

It weeps for me.

I walk across.

It wobbles to and fro.

I hold tight to its ropes.

One step gives way

And then the next.

The sides unravel.

Time stands still.

I fall.

Icy water hits my face.

The silence surrounds me.

 

A SIGH

 

The island calls to me.

It whispers my name.

The bridge sighs.

It weeps for me.

I walk across.

It wobbles to and fro.

I hold tight to the ropes.

One step gives way.

And so does the next.

The sides unravel.

I can’t move.

Time stands still.

I’m falling.

Cold water hits my face.

Silence now takes it turn.

THE JUNGLE

 

Take me into the jungle.

Across the bamboo bridge.

To where it’s hot and humid.

And exotic creatures come to life.

Branches hit me in the face.

Bugs bite my hands and legs.

Greenery attempts to bury me.

But this is the life I want to live.

 

RAIN

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Safe and secure.

Beneath the bridge.

Rain splashing free.

Wild on its journey.

Watering the trees.

Filling the grass.

Life for the flowers.

Puddles for the concrete.

A splash.

A spray.

Cold on my face.

Alive.

Surrounding me.

With life.

UNDER THE BRIDGE

Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

 

It is here.

A force to be reckoned with.

Growing by the second.

Thrashing under the bridge.

Leaving death in its wake.

Leave me be.

My dying wish isn’t

to be consumed by the sea.

LEAVE ME BE

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Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
© Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved
It is here.

A force to be reckoned.
Growing by the second.
Thrashing under the bridge.
Leaving death in its wake.
Leave me be.
My dying wish isn’t
to be consumed by the sea.

THE BRIDGE SIGHS

 

earthyday:
“  Bridge of Sigh  by Tusharadri Mukherjee
”
The water beneath the bridge
flows smooth and clear.
The town is quiet.
The people are happy.
It is time for bed,
Where dreams will be happy ones.
The bridge gives a soft sigh
Of relief and...

 

earthyday:

Bridge of Sigh by Tusharadri Mukherjee

The water beneath the bridge

flows smooth and clear.

The town is quiet.

The people are happy.

It is time for bed,

Where dreams will be happy ones.

The bridge gives a soft sigh

Of relief and happiness

Before it settles down for the night.

(Source: 500px.com)

 

THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE FALLS

 

brooklyn

The river flows black.
The sky lights up.
Red, orange, and yellow bursts.
Then I hear the explosion.
Loud and deafening. 
My ears ring.
The bridge is in flames.
The beautiful Brooklyn Bridge.
Pieces of metal land in the water.
Cries fill the cold air. 
I’m lost in the frightened crowd.
Someone takes my hand.
I’m pulled to a building.
The door is locked and bolted.
I follow him from building to building.
Until we find an unlocked door.
Sounds of sirens follow us inside.
The door slams shut behind us.
Lines of cars face us.
I look up to see his face.
He turns away.
He leads me down a ramp.
I dig in my heels.
I must see his face.
He turns to me…
I wake up.
I still wonder…about his face.