Lost in the Undertow by Ken Allan Dronsfield

Footprints in sands lead into the sea
careless whispers ignored or disregarded
desperation dance whilst reaching bottom
salt water screams are muffled but heard.
Kicking swiftly and grasping at the clouds
waves roll on towards a nervous beach
seeking an inhale, gasping on seaweed
Irrational babbling in breathless chants
foggy dreams awakened within a lifeboat
voice declares, “just lost in the undertow.”
Squeaking of oar locks rowing to shore
flyover by seagulls, a innocent curiosity
squealing children play on the beach
as saltwater flows slowly from my lips.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet from Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms! His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print venues. His poetry has been nominated for two Pushcart Prize Awards and the Best of the Net for 2016.