Lost on the Grand Banks
While the wind howls, their little dory’s tossed -- two men alone on a black and foaming sea, tipping on a swell, desperate and lost. Wearied -- no sign of shore, one man’s hopes are quashed. Broken, their plight now brings him to his knees while the wind howls. Again the dory’s tossed on angry ocean waves that surge across the gunwale. As the dory dips and leans, they spin on a swell, so desperate, so lost below a marbled flashing sky, their thoughts swirls of regrets, of loved ones, of vanished dreams. Louder the cold wind howls and the boat gets tossed. One man, who still has hope, keeps up his watch for land no matter how precariously they tip on a swell, no matter how lost they are. As the night nears, desperate and fraught he looks on and on for what he cannot see. While the wind howls, their little dory’s tossed. On a swell they tip and spin, forever lost. Gregory E. Lucas
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1/25/2018 02:02:30 am
The villanelle structure is a great way to capture the unrelenting waves tossing the dory about. Well done!
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