Yesterdays Storm

With a nod to dear J.M.W. Turner who felt it the deepest.

Yesterday’s Storm
 
It was impossible to sleep
While the storm tore deep
Lying there in tempest black
Oppressive fear wrought panic attack
 
Then in bleak, melancholic dawn
Hunched against the rising storm
I searched along the shore line shoal
Freckled foam pulling on shingle soul
 
Impossible desires and dreams tear
As tides reveal and lay all bare
Each new wave of hope draws deep
Then recedes and ill memories keep
 
Flotsam in untended array strewn
Tempest consequence from life now hewn
If only wave washed sand could be restored
But shipwrecked lives can’t be ignored
 
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