Assurity After Storms

Sea of searching tore hope without explanation 
Crucified crests cascaded, crazed static fall crashing
Thrown spontaneous needs, unclean situations 
Wayward waltz of flotsam incongruity, faith attacking

Tossed by tumult of quick duty drifters expected 
Wanton women sought whimsy single wave provided
Crudest crass antics satisfied, longevity rejected 
Your initial impression of love soured, ineptly guided

Passing storms glinted possibilitiy, gold molten  
Tides' turn triggered stability, a precious daughter born
Island high respite bleached prior sin, forgotten
Barbaric baby mother forced ongoing warranted scorn

Struggle to maintain safety, sentry shipwrecked 
Shattered bow released soul mate satiate foreseeable 
Tormented tiny child splintered fragile prospect
Cuts met welted wounds, salt sterile from recent evils

Collapse on a beach of relief, I'm your purest cove
Bloodied hands bandaged, nurtured with tender heed
Mollusc polished particles to resume trust's trove
Immortal vessel promise predicts turgid tides recede 






                  24th October 2020
  Written for Contest: After The Hurricane 
              Sponsor: Craig Cornish


       picture to take inspiration from is 
         'After The Hurricane, Bahamas', 
            painted by Winslow Homer
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Wolf Avatar
November 1, 2020 at 2:20 PM
The storm after the hurricane is a match for its instigator. Wow! ~ Gershon
Ermine Avatar
November 2, 2020 at 5:56 PM
Indeed!... I suppose the size of a storm psychologically speaking, impacts only as much as we allow...
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October 25, 2020 at 1:59 AM
Another blinder Sigrid, homers classic painting stark as it is, cannot portray the actual spectacle, but you bring it to life in such poetic hallucinogenic surreality, got lost in this storm myself, yet was in no hurry to escape, brilliant! good luck in the contest, cheers David.
One Avatar
October 24, 2020 at 3:53 AM
Well this one is full of emotion hidden behind metaphors.. Great choice of words here, and as always great rhyme and flow..
Ermine Avatar
October 24, 2020 at 7:57 AM
Thank you, SO
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