Terror Firma


Somewhere beyond our view 

Fishermen in dories

Ride out a storm, curlers

Roll in without a clue.

A lizard's tongue of lightning 

Forks across the horizon. 

The beach is firm, solid, 

Out on the sea, who knows?

Pickup trucks with trailers 

Line the shore. Wives talk

Among themselves or stand alone,

Listen to their scanners,

Cast glances seaward,

Listen and wait. Smoke and wait.

Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-24 at 17:52

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
The not-knowing and worrying and hoping everything will be fine is the scene I see here. Fishermen husbands off to face the perils of stormy waters and their wives and loved-ones waiting for them on shore hoping they'll return safe. Your descriptions as always build a moment so well. You make my mind imagine and I love that. Merci.

Ghost of Heino
My grandmother, she waves and says something high way too high, hi.
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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Gives the sense of fearful moment. Very raw and moving.