Storm off Belle Isle Coast, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Boat tossed about in the tenebrous storm.
Body soon to be on the ocean floor.
Poseidon took pity, which not his norm.
Tossed me ashore. Alive with nothing more.
Tried to stand, feet to be no part of it.
Did not know nor care who or where I was.
Only sand, for life this place was not fit.
To be saved there would be no time for pause.
Crawling, did I spy an Oceanid?
Using elbows and knees did make my way.
Twas Tethys, her beauty was so vivid.
Save this battered wretched soul I do pray.
Got to the spot where she lay. She was gone.
Returned to the water. Time to move on.
Claude Monet painted the Storm off Belle Isle Coast 1886 in a time of frustration. The weather was miserable and so was Monet. So as not to waste time he worked on his colors. I take this painting to be an allegory and so is the poem.