"Facing it, always facing it, that's the way to get through. Face it."- Joseph Conrad
The wind whipped her hair and wrapped it around her face, she reached up and pushed it back behind her ears.S T O R M
She was too close to the edge, she knew it but didn't care.
It was exhilarating to feel the spray from the crashing waves and to feel the storm building. She squinted her eyes against the rushing wind and licked her lips, tasting the salt, tasting the ocean she longed to be a part of.
Towering clouds were racing across the bruised sky, grey and purple, like a vast mountain range and it was changing as she watched. . . morphing into ever darker more ominous shapes. Her heart was racing as the low rumble of thunder moved closer and the air crackled with electricity.
The silver black ocean hurled itself at the shore, crashing over the slippery rocks where she could barely keep her footing. She was soaked to the skin, wet strands of hair wound around her neck, her eyes stinging and streaming with tears.
Streaks of lightning turned the sky into a lightbox. . . and the waves roared, the thunder crashed and she could no longer hear herself think.
She screamed into the sound, joining it,
adding her energy to the display she was a part of.
She felt passion run through her like a storm . . . and she was the waves crashing and the arcing lights in the electric sky. She felt the thunder like a force within and the wind just kept on howling.
She fell to her knees, clinging on to the slippery black slate. . .
she was spent
charged
alive
One thought repeating over and over in her ocean filled mind . . .
If only I could stay here forever. . .
17 comments:
Breathtakingly beautiful ... a fantastic piece of writing ... just wonderful!
Beautifully written poem Susannah!
Pamela
If only she had not been so in love with the ocean. I'm like that too, enjoy it when the waves romp in. Other people are screaming in terror, I am screaming in enjoyment! If only she had lived.
Oh yes, yes, yes. This is incredible and does take my breath away. I can see her, feel her, but also the breath and width of the storm as it rages around her. Wonderful writing.
Elizabeth
Diane T, she is alive! - in fact she had never been more so! :-)
Deborah, thank you. :-)
Pamela, thanks I appreciate your comment. :-)
Elizabeth, I am glad you saw it, felt it. :-)
Thank you very much.
This is a strong poem filled with beautiful images. I can picture the storm so very well by reading your well chosen words!
...I know that as the rhythm enters me
searching for my surrender
I will begin to dance...
...that sounds so serene...felt those words for sure...lovely read.
Beautiful!:D If only I could stay here forever. . . such lovely words to conclude everything =P
Passionate and breath-taking.
I loved the "ocean filled mind"... taken over by the ocean, i say! something that can never ever be replaced by any other feeling...
I, too, love storms and crashing waves. I was right there inside your beautifully written story.
Loved it! I kept reading faster and faster, wanting more. I was there, feeling, seeing, and hearing.
You've captured the exhilaration of the ocean there!
Oh Susannah...this is good...and i am screaming in enjoyment also...thanks
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