Shouting out to all lost souls shipwrecked and alone, Ahoy	phair, Boston, MA
The world endures surging seas unable to tame or control	Deb, Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada
pelting snow, flashing lightning howling wind; biting, digging, into fragile flesh so vulnerable to frigid winds and lashing rains	Kate, Pontardawe, South Wales, UK
the dog's on the porch, soaking wet	Kris, Benton, AR, USA
I'm drenched too but it's too soon to stop We'll keep on walking, not avoiding puddles	Nora R., Palo Alto, CA, USA
The pair of us oblivious to the beauty which surrounds us	Elisa, WA
As if crafted from steel, alone we stand	J.H. Williams, Nowhere, TX, USA
We shed one tear drop at a time, grieving our souls to peace, letting thoughts become a gentle caress	Jo Dogz, Queensland, Australia

The Shipwrecked Project a collaborative effort to connect the act of writing, the writer, and reader in real time as it happens. It is ongoing and, I hope, unending. For each person who wishes to participate, I will have the next line of the poem for you to work forward from. For more information, please email me at .