I Know Now
60
Questioning~
Wondering~
Wonder of faith? ~
Wonder of enough faith? ~
How do I know?
Sunny sultry drive~
A winding bending road.
Swerving intentional stop~
At the opened half moon off the path~
A scooped out safe niche~
And that was that.
All piled out~
I usual last to unload.
Over seeing~
A top a steep downward~
Beach dusted drifting hill.
Further an ocean swayed~
Out-stretched as a rolling blue pearl.
Ahead they rambled~
Hastily scattering~
Quickly to out skirts~
Of a soggy tanned shore.
I looked to see~
Their bodies~
Already bobbing~
As round bobbins~
So relaxed and cheery.
They a-top deceptiveness~
With an unannounced~
Questionable danger~
In the turquoise sea.
Oh~
I yearned to be~
Where they be!
To be joined~
In their~
Gleeful camaraderie!
Waves! ~
Large! ~
Warning! ~
Most certainly could~
Over take!
Hesitant~
Yet hopeful~
Looking for a~
Safe entrance to~
Enter my place.
If only there was~
A break~
I too could be~
In their surrounded~
Calm wake reverie.
Alas! ~
A threat less way~
One foot~
Than another foot~
Forward!
Down! ~
Downer~
Down Deeper~
I sink~
I sunk!
Oh! ~
Whoosh~
Whooshing~
Whooshier~
I descend!
My body turns~
Whirls~
Whooossshh~
Whooo~
Waa~
Wa~
About the Silence.
Twirling~
Rolling~
Head up~
Nor down!
Confusion~
Guessing~
Where? ~
What?
The Logic does not panic~
Reason holds arms up~
In positive-ness~
To be up~
To surface~
To flag for help!
This could not be the end? ~
Surely someone will see~
And rescue me!
Whooosh~
Ahhhh~
The top!
Watery shells crest!
Arms flying high above!
Head second~
A gulp of air? ~
Or a swig of wet?
WWWOOOSSH~
Dived~
Swallowed fast again!
Devoured~
The body consumed~
With the mean angry~
Force furious-err than before~
There was nothing I could do~
To defend!
Cadaver revolves~
Rolled~
Inside out~
Or~
Outside In!
Reeling! ~
Whoooshhhing~
Hearing near~
Hushing.
Only the sea~
Me~
Whirled beneath~
And out~
Ousted~
Bottomless~
Farther~
Deeper down kept!
This is the end? ~
The end of me?
Me?
How could that be?
Now only me~
And the whooshing quieter marine.
Yet! ~
Split seconds~
Of reckoning~
With death~
And me!
Be still there is a presence~
A company I know~
There~
There beside me.
I am not alone.
Panic!
This is it!
Too late!
This is it!
Seconds~
The logic mind now says~
“If this is my death Lord~
Do not leave me alone!”
“Lord do not I beg You~
Leave me here alone!”
“Please Lord make sure~
You take me with You!”
Terror! ~
“I want to be ~
With You Lord!”
“Please do not leave me here!”
Whooosh! ~
Whhoooosssshhh~
Whhhiiirrrlll~
The body now limp~
Now given in.
~SUSPENSION~
~PEACE~
“Alright Lord!”
“Your Will be done!”
Whoo-aaashhh~
Who-ash~
SPIT OUT!
SHOVED!
PUSHED!
Crashed to the lava rock! ~
Scraped! ~
Scratched! ~
Banged! ~
Smashed!
Struggling~
Cold horrid hardness~
Grasping~
Climbing swift! ~
Even faster past~
The wet coffee shore~
Smooth!
Up I scramble! ~
Up I fight! ~
Up I thrash!
To finally reach~
The high hilled~
Hot beach sand!
Gasping for air~
Coughing liquid from~
Everywhere!
Expelling~
Wheezing~
Desperately greeding~
For breaths calm.
Resting~
Now those tubby boppers~
Without a care~
Sunbathe~
Ignorant~
Totally unaware.
First shock~
Than anger~
As fear still~
A system stunned.
Relief~
Peace~
Astonishment of a miracle~
Conformation of Knowledge~
A faith affirmation~
Amazing~
Life altering~
Epiphany!
Enlightenment~
I question now not.
I wonder now not.
I know now~
Faith is sound and for sure~
My faith is enough~
I now know the~
Will of the Lord!
By Lisa J. Warner
(Lisa Luv)
Copyright10/24/2009@LisaLuvLLC
AllRightsReservedByLisaJ.Warner
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Very wonderful thank you
This is fantastic! It's a true story? Wow. Great word choice. I could almost feel your joy and then panic as I was reading it.
Lisa, do you know what I love about poetry? When poetry is truly written with expression from the soul— for a moment you can look through the eyes and feel the imagery portrayed by the author. That is true poetry; most people mash up a couple of rhythms together and label it 'poetry', but they are far from it— true poetry is when you engage yourself to the subconscious and allow your mind, your heart, your soul to speak for you— these are what your poems are; words said deep within your mind that gives me a familiarization with you. From what your poetry set in motion, it is truly a beautiful thing to see. I want to personally thank you for inviting me to have the pleasure of reading this. I hope my words will help you spread your influence and message— you truly are an artist; and as always— God bless.
wonderful lisa
Thanks darling ... =)
wonderful, keep posting
cool
Many elements of verse meaning mixed in a blended sound and tempo that creates a vivid image of the sequence of events, the feeling of the moment and the gambit of emotions that horrendous experience provided... Fine job of poetic artistry; and the compilation of pictures is a nice touch in providing visual ques... Great job...
Lisa Luv, You are so gifted! Thanks for sharing your gift with hub pages.
The voice of a true poet! We have a real talent in you! This is one of the most wonderful most satisfying poems I have ever read! The writing really flows beautifully! And the pictures are a joy as well! I enjoyed it more still! Magical!!!!!!
Nice words ...
Simply awesome - I am just awe-struck by its ingenuity, very well done and keep it up...
Interesting Hub!!














pete 2 years ago
wow that was very good !