Conversations as sweet as nectar
We’re cruising… back on track again
Gullibly, I drop my guard
In the blink of an eye
Smiling… you strike hard
I wince in pain
And wonder
Why I
Try!
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The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Ouch... sucks when this happens!! Love the emotional punch you packed in this one, Angie!!
Happened to me a few times and I never learn!! Loved your Nonet!
You do a great job here of capturing the risk and consequences of vulnerability, Angie!
Knew nothing good was in store after “Gullibly, I drop my guard”. The hurt and exasperation in this are so strongly conveyed! Well done, Angie!
Arrgghh it is horrid when we take the sorry, trust again and then BAM get smacked again! 👏 great job.
Haunting Nonet Angie, top job! 😔
Excellent piece
Great poem!