Lance Sheridan is a remarkable man, a good friend, and a caring person to all he meets. He is also a published author, writer, and poet. He pens in many different genres of poetry, but his greatest passion is writing dark poems, poems that often take the reader on a wild roller coaster ride down a darkened alleyway -- and just when they think they have it all figured out, they have succumbed to an unexpected conclusion.
When I asked him to please honor me with a contribution to my blog, he graced me with the following poem:
by Lance Sheridan
The sea doors open wide
Opens wide for thee
I am mischievous, a rogue
Not obedient, I seek and destroy.
I pace the sea in a wondrous cold
Round in shape with a dismal sheen
Tread the salt water, a shadow, a foe
I am very explosive by nature.
The sea breeze blows
Then comes the fog and mist
The furrow follows thee
I diminish hope as it withers at the root.
Shipmates that spot thee
In their sore distress
Fain from speaking
As if choked by fire and soot.
I take the form of a
speck, a mist, a shape
I plunge, I tack, they veer
As the ship approaches, the horror follows.
Throats un-slake, lips blacken and bake
Into the sea the shipmates plummet
The ship sinks with upright keel
In an unheard whisper, into a watery grave.
Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget.
Thank you, Lance!