Safe Harbor

Rating: 4.3

The storm is over - no, not last week's nor'easter - midterms. I hope you survived.

New England seems to be one, big storm-of-the-month club. Campus is 5 minutes from Long Island Sound and I like to go watch the mesmerizing roil of the ocean when a storm's rolling in.

The choppy hazel undulations, opaque as enamel, seem to coil-up - then suddenly slap the shoreline breakers as if testing their resolve. The wind whipped salt-water patterns, like folds of linen. The wind and salt water mist in your face feels as sharp and violent as glass shards.

The sun occasionally pierces the clouds like a knife strike only to be healed in moments. The whole scene is majestic, immense and uncontrollable - like eating cake by the ocean. (song reference) .

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Where I lived, in Georgia, was nowhere near the beach - I LOVE the beach
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Dr Dillip K Swain 05 November 2021

I can taste the construction, 'The sun occasionally pierces the clouds like a knife strike only'....well written....5 stars

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David Wood 05 November 2021

Very well penned, I felt I was there! a good 5*

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Khairul Ahsan 05 November 2021

Loved the way you started. Nice to read you after quite a long gap. How are you?

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