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I stand, bent, grizzled, wizened,
face to the gale and the onrushing waves
wondering
will this be the time
that I finally cave?
Do I still remember how
to confront the challenges that face me
or will my
memory falter
and prove my end to be?
How fierce the biting pellets,
Icy chips of frigid sea sting my face
(or are those
tears that scour my eyes?)
Whence comes this bitter place?
Beyond me, facing toward
land that seems desperately far away
my other
waits in winging hope
that I will save the day.
Give me strength to carry on
and do the things that must be done before
the cruel wind
and the waves destroy
us both forevermore.
Mal
6 comments:
(face to the gale and the onrushing waves.)Powerful entry for confrontation of man and nature.
Makes me think back to what was once told me ..you can"t hang a man who was meant to drown.
TJ
I don,t know where you got that quote, but I love it, TJ.
and to think you hesistated joining...
Bravo.
This picture does go with your poem. I hesitated to join too, but when pain strikes it can really help.
BIG HUGE HUGS
Mal,
Hang in there guy! Without a distant shore to sail towards we'd be random sailors without a vision to move towards.
Not much help , I know....
Your words are chilling, strident yet beautiful in purpose. Music in a minor key.
This too shall pass, my friend.
Always if you have a photo for your expression please do post it.
There are no limits here...I think we can all agree to that.
Hug
TJ
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