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At Sea
The image lingers
I can taste the salt
feel the sand
know the dread.
My ever over-active mind
turning wound blankets into sand
hopelessness into rising tide
fog masking my choices.
I awake
filled with dread
of where I have been
knowing it more real.
I walk
the sand under foot
the brine in my hair
to the shower
to wash off the fear.
J. Binford-Bell
December 2011
14 comments:
dreams like this can be very frustrating, nice Magpie
'turning wound blankets into sand' .. if only. Beautiful Mag.
This is an intriguing interpretation of the visual. I liked the way the dream and reality were woven together at the end.
Welcome to Real Toads and thank you for sharing your work on Open Link Monday.
Bit of a nightmare, then? :)
A finely-wrought chill in this.
whew...felt that chill...hope its a warm shower...love the textures in this as well...
The second stanza is just beautiful!
Thank you so much for the music feedback ... I listened and realized it was definitely distracting, especially with my sad Magpie.
the reality of where we've been....
The sea can provoke the most unexpected responses.
Beautiful sensory piece.
Oh, I really like this. The last line is killer!
Oh, if only 'washing off the fear' was that easy. Very nice read!
Nightmarish and very vivid, Jacqui!
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