Sea race

Off the shoal-spit of craggy rock,
Bow plying riptide and whitecap,
Keel dragging the barnacle hair,
Sails full in the wild cells of wind —
We race in the sea-house of unnerving
Pushing our limits, seeking mercy from
The water god.

My mind winds like a sail winch,
Stubbornly turning, oxygen pushing;
My hands calloused, the redness
Talks to my palms — subtle

The race is on, breath held till the
End of the line,
Curve of water leaping, ungrateful
Bureau of salt;
I didn’t call you — you rowed to
Me like a rusted anchor,
Attached yourself like a surgeon,
Sheet-cuffed me
And anesthetized my spirit.

Nevertheless, I expunge your body;
Pushing by my heart,
Holding the umbilical of the wind,
Off, off to the finish —
Riding the currents, miraculous sea;
And comes a victory,
Dazzling end.

Copyright © 02/03/18 lance sheridan®

Sea race

5 comments on “Sea race

  1. Barbara says:

    Oh mercy Lance your writing speaks to the soul of this reader, images that explode, leaving this reader breathless from the imaginations she is feeling as your voice snags the inner most part of her soul, leaving images of a wild sea!! Your writings are so great Lance – love them!!

  2. rabirius says:

    Wonderful choice of words that create strong images.

  3. Lovely! You give voice to the wind, itself.

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