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Ocean Air

The Ocean Air filled the ship, a gray cloud swam before her eyes, feelings dipped, emotions flipped, and her mind filled with cries, then ghosts sprawled into the shadows, she didn’t understand what was going on here, first the ocean air, then fear, but she wanted to go to America to end a relationship with her boy-friend, it had to be done in person, and that’s the only way their relationship would end, should end, so crossing the ocean air, was the only way she’ll get there, but something terrible was happening, haunting, chilling, thrilling, not fulfilling. She thought she was dreaming, the ship streaming on top of the ocean waves, she coiled arms around his picture in a frame, closed her eyes just the same, cracked a misleading photogenic smile, held it awhile, then the ship started shuddering, fluttering, heading into the dimness, propelled a few more feet, smoke came, then heat, screams that tortured her eardrums were heard, God even heard the Atheist’s word, their plea for help came in loud and clear, when death comes, they too fear, the impact blew down her door, bodies on the floor, ceilings and panels cracked then let go, furniture on the flow, being carried away by the rushing stream, a cloud of dust filled the ocean air, and the end felt near. No mockery when grown men cry, no mercy when they would die, Angels flying, children crying, God trying, as the water was pulling them into a crush embrace, and all she wanted was to see his face, the break-up had to be a face to face, the ocean’s embrace almost made her pass out from pain, everything was crazy, everything was insane, history was made that day, and it was certainly no prank, he wouldn’t hear what she had to say, because it was the day the Titanic sank

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 6/23/2009 2:51:00 PM
face to face she wanted to end it,yet she didnt make it,like destiny was never meant to be to end it with her boyfriend in america.........,she was going there to cause him pain,yet sthe pain she suffered was worst than the break up he would face,it was death itself--awesome write dear friend-----charma
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Date: 3/19/2009 1:08:00 PM
What a vivid portrayal of this historic event. It's interesting in times of trouble how even unbelievers seek God. Those of us that have faith need not be afraid when our time comes. Nice use of imagery. Thank you for all the kind comments. Keep on writing. Karen
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Date: 3/12/2009 6:37:00 AM
Read you soup mail
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Date: 3/12/2009 6:33:00 AM
By the way you seem the type that also wears suspenders too
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Date: 3/12/2009 6:29:00 AM
Not sure who you think you're talking to but Im not your girl for belts. I do quite a terrific leg sweep and you would be on your butt in less than two seconds with your hand in the air begging for help I might add
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Date: 3/12/2009 6:18:00 AM
Excuse me lauging boy but what am I supposedly begging FOR?
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Date: 3/11/2009 9:05:00 AM
Your voyage through the ocean mist gave me chills, Frank! Magnificent narrative! So many lives were lost that day, but I didn't see the last line coming. Love this poem, Carolyn
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Date: 3/10/2009 7:58:00 PM
Don't you dare side with him, I dont care how well he writes he's evil
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Date: 3/10/2009 10:15:00 AM
You should be and for telling me you knew I smelled like an animal which is much nicer than the BS that you perfume your surroundings with,,smiles sunshine~
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Date: 3/10/2009 6:27:00 AM
This is another one of those piece from you Frank and just send the mind down that dark path..I love this and how you put a bow on it.. well done.
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Date: 3/10/2009 6:24:00 AM
a white knuckle read, Frank, beautifully, lyrically, disturbing! very well done!
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Date: 3/10/2009 5:54:00 AM
And he forevermore will mourn for the love that he lost, never knowing she was about to break his heart.
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Date: 3/10/2009 5:51:00 AM
Your images are so vivid in this one. You truly capture the fear and the pain that they must have felt. Wonderfully written and heart wrenching. Smiles from Lolita
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