Treacherous Waters - Part 2
(Original Version)
Cold, unforgiving,
treacherous waters,
the ocean crushes
from a numbing
black oblivion.
Creaks, moans
a steady song is sung
as the boat pitches and rolls.
Observe without detection
then stand to fight.
Lo many days will pass
before the first rays
of the sun brightens our day.
Treacherous Waters
(Re(En)Visioned)
Cold, unforgiving,
treacherous waters,
ocean crushes
from a black oblivion.
Creaks, moans
steady song is sung
the boat pitches
Observe without detection
then fight.
Lo many will pass
before the rays
of the sun
© 2020 D.L. Carlson
My name is Don Carlson. As a young man I served on a Nuclear submarine off some coastline of Russia When we went to sea we went to a designated location, dove and then went to our patrol area. We never saw the sun or breathed fresh ocean air for two and a half months. I hope this poem gives you an idea of life aboard a submarine 100’s of feet under the surface of the water.
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