After the storm
And hounding waves,
The coastline changed.
I haven’t the memory
Of where rocks used to be
Or sand banks curved.
This boat has drifted
Further from shore.
In the mist, I peer
Over the edge to find
Sunken dark shadows and
A quivering reflection of myself.
The seagull’s long soliloquy
Echoes across a glass bay.
In my mind of fogged mirrors,
I squeak-rub clear patches
With my shirtsleeve
Only to catch my own eye.
Buoys scatter across the harbor.
I tie off my boat and follow,
Downward with my eyes,
The mucked chain
Toward its foundation,
Dissolving into darkness.

The dVerse prompt for today, provided by Anmol, is to write a confessional.
Devastating.
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“the mucked chain” jumps out at me, like you know you are chained but not sure what the links are?
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I like this idea! I actually hadn’t thought of it that way, but it makes sense. To me the dissolving chain represented trying to remember something or remember your way back to something (or how the pieces connect), but the memory is now too faded and you can’t see it clearly. Thanks for the comment!
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We are staying the winter on the Gulf Coast where clears signs of a storm mark the area. I’ve wondered how the people who live here feel about the aftermath.
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A strong enough storm can really alter the landscape, or at least the landmarks.
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We sure see that – so much damage.
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Oh no! I hope the recovery process is well under way where you are.
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Seems to be, but still a lot of visible damage.
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“In my mind of fogged mirrors,
I squeak-rub clear patches
With my shirtsleeve
Only to catch my own eye.”
What a gripping image! The mist divulges as much as it obscures. I can hear the long soliloquy of the seagull.
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“the mist divulges as much as it obscures”.. It certainly does! Thank you for your comment Anmol, and thank you providing us with an excellent prompt 🙂
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Adrift in a boat, exciting and scary
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“The seagull’s long soliloquy echoes across a glass bay,” ..this is so powerful!
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Thank you 🙂
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The image of a sea like this and that chain drawing you down makes me think how lost we can be sometimes…
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Very true, Bjorn! Sometimes we can be quite lost. Hopefully, more often than not, we find our way back.
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Nice last three lines describing the chain going into the darkness.
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Thank you, Frank!
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Describing both the inner and outer landscapes after a storm…(K)
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Yes, exactly 🙂
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