-By Bob DeHoff
She gripped onto her flimsy cardigan which billowed violently due to the temperamental winds. She stared out. The ship left a milky white trail as if a snail. There was nothing in sight. The bruise of clouds that discoloured the skies growled. Soon there would be rain, she shut her eyes. Her fingers hesitantly touched her abdomen. The baby was lost. It was now a lost fragment of who she had been. An insignificant ripple in the tumultuous ocean of her past.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2012/06/24/__picture-it-write-30/
What about God? 
very very good!!!!
Thanks Terry!! Glad you liked it 🙂 Waiting on your contribution, lol!! xxxoxxx
tomorrow, tomorrow, i’ll love you tomorrow……i’m only a day away………..Annie
Particularly powerful 2nd stanza. Great work! Thanks for contributing at Picture it & write this week, Terry.
– Ermisenda
Glad you liked it Ermi!! Thanks for the inspiration 🙂
Nice! I like the way you’ve been mixing up these rhyme schemes, Terri. I thought this one built up very nicely to “throat lumped before she jumped.”
Thanks Anne! I hope your’s is done now ’cause I’m coming over to see it now or else I’ll forget! xxxxx
Very fine, Terri! Very real.
Thanks Maria! I enjoyed doing something different this time. xxxoxxx