I come from the deep sea.
I come only for thee.
There is nowhere I’d rather be
but with you
by the dark blue sea.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
FROM THE DEEP
sea
TRAVEL WITH ME
From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door
and stand at the shore.
The sand is soft beneath my feet.
I’m sure I’ve found a pleasant treat.
Then a metal door swipes across the sky,
removing the sunshine from the blue sky.
Trapped in a replica of my town,
I watch the sand turn a shade of brown.
The longed-for peace won’t be won
since I’ve trusted the wrong one.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
THE DEAD BY THE SEA
THE DEAD BY THE SEA
Come with me to the pool by the sea.
Oasis is the best place to be.
Relax by the pool or sit by the bar.
Tourists visit this place from near and far.
The sky turns cloudy and dark.
I see shadows by the park.
What’s that standing behind you?
It’s not one shadow but two.
Shadows come ashore.
I won’t wait for more.
Our destiny seems to be in this book.
I’m leaving now without a second look.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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IT IS HERE
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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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DARK BLUE SEA
I come from the deep sea.
I come only for thee.
There is nowhere I’d rather be
but with you by the dark blue sea.
THE SIREN CALLS
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.
I WALK
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Purple sprays my face.
Orange blinds my eyes.
Ice coats my toes.
Salt whips my hair.
I shut my eyes and walk.
My heels dig into the wet sand.
I move deeper into the water.
Waves attack my shivering body.
I waver for a moment.
Then I continue my journey.
I slit my eyes open.
The sky burns red.
The sun has lowered its face.
I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.
Time to return to the shore.
Or not.
I continue to walk.
SOLITUDE
SOLITUDE
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goals,
You will come back feeling whole.
BENEATH THE WAVES
Someone watches me from the water.
A head bobs in the shallow waves.
Yellow eyes sparkle in the sunlight.
A man rises from the waves.
A man in a wet suit.
The yellow spots must have been
a reflection from the sun.
Ouch.
I’m shot.
He shot me with a spear gun.
Too late.
I’m falling.
Will I wake to find
it had been a bad dream?
I hope so.
