Mark van Tongele

SNOW-BLIND

Wrapped in a flurry of snow on the beach,

I am caught in hell's waiting room,
reduced to an amalgam of dread and desire,

listening to the peace of the sea that surrounds me,

as if she knows nothing of the monsters
that belabour the light in her calm swell.

I'd love to grin and yell: one two three heave ho!

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 20, 2019

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  • Julia Luber (3/20/2019 8:05:00 AM)

    Ascribing a sailor's song on the rough seas to a vantage point on a woman he's involved with.

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