Drifting – Porter Barnes
I stare out at the horizon
And my thoughts drift
Like seaweed on the ocean
And like seaweed they drift over the sea's horrors
I see giant shark fins
Slicing towards the boat
Krackens tighten their grip around her hull
I look to the horizon
The sun dips lower- like fire
The fire dances across the boat
It's smothered by water
Rushing rushing rushing in
As it darkens, the waves turn to monsters
Followed by the Flying Dutchmen
With her blood-thirsty pirates
I imagine and imagine and imagine
On and on and on
Faces disappear below the waves
Tipping towards the waves, I fall with them
My face is getting closer and closer
To the deadly churning waves
And then like a bungee cord
My conscious mind drags me back
I sit and watch
The heroic sunset
All disastrous thoughts
Shoved away from me and my mind
Hi Porter - As a person with fears of my own, I really liked your poem because it captured that same sense of breathless, heart-pounding, throat-tightening fear that my imagination makes me feel. As a former English teacher, I really like your poem for its use of repetition... repeating words in a line like you have is what produces that breathless, heart-pounding, throat-tightening feeling! Another technique is called enjambment... look it up!
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