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The Great Wave

The Great Wave:

 An experimental story made of Haiku

By Conor Malloy

 

We are in the boats.

The water is strong, and fierce

 with every rocked boat.

 

With each massive wave,

the water gets stronger still.

I am just worried.

 

The water itself,

it is not like this all day,

So angry and mad.

 

The other people

in the other boats that rock,

holding for dear life.

 

The big wave comes up,

we do not see it at first.

Then we turn around,

 

it is the biggest!

The wave, the size of an inn!

We brace ourselves hard!

 

The wave crashes down!

The impact hits my body,

 my head hits the boat.

 

Wake up suddenly,

deep underwater I am.

My body feels broken.

 

The salt stings my eyes,

I swim towards the surface.

I struggle to breath

as I surface quick.

I see no boats around me

the splinters I see.

 

Companions are gone,

my body hurts, pain by breathing,

waters still rage on. 


Originally published in Spring 2020, Volume 1, Issue 3

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