You tumble towards me. Push, back, push, back.
I rush away, lest you gush, over my bare ankles.
Jeans rolled up high, water rushing, over a rocky shore.
Cool, white foam, on my toes so,
There’s no more point in rushing away.
A few steps back, I settle down, in the warm sand.
Gleaming feet, sandy gold and tan.
Above me seagulls squawk, as the meet
In the sky and dive.
Not disturbing its motion. Push, back, push, back.
Small mountains, teal, topped with foam.
Avalanche down, tumble to roll flat
Along the shore.
Bringing me gifts, of polished rock and shell and glass.
I count my small treasury of sea dollars.
And gems of blues and greens.
White shells, striped and speckled and brown.
I bury my toes, in soft sand.
Freckled shoulders soak up the sun.
Dozed siesta, to the sound. Push, back, push, back.
Later I’ll stand on the rocks.
As the tides, surround me.
I can taste salty sea mist.
Carried by the breezes, brushing my hair.
I step, slip, step on the rocks.
Glistening in the sun.
I skip over shells, as small crabs skitter.
Green algae clings, soft, to the stones.
Barnacles speckle white the tide pool’s rocks.
Have I ever seen a more tranquil sight?
That glass like sea, barley touched by breezes?
That brush up upon my ledge, then settle back,
Into an inky, mysterious blue.
And as the sun is setting, it’s light shrinking below the water, her surface,
Embracing her in his fall.
I too embrace, my final splash.
Then drag myself away from the sea.
I know it’ll draw me back. Push, back, push, back.
A contest entry
- What do you wish you were doing right now? by strangerforeigner.
425 points, ended March 8, 2008, 17 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Good repetition and lovely imagery. You didn't follow directions though sorry. Better luck next time.
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This has some excellent imagery in it. And i love the repetition of "Push, back, push, back". Great work x
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As the tides, surround me.
I can taste salty sea mist.
Carried by the breezes, brushing my hair.
'I step, slip, step on the rocks.
Glistening in the sun.
I skip over shells, as small crabs skitter.
Green algae clings, soft, to the stones.
Barnacles speckle white the tide pool’s rocks.'
You certainly have a way with words. You definately took me to that special scene. Thank you for your entry -
Really great work
This was a teriffic poem. The visual imagery and the tempo were very nice and well done. I especially enjoyed the small details that seemed to complete the picture in the mind's eye. Great job.
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This is phenomenal poem. I love how you set the rhythm with the repitition of push, back, push, back, and how later it becomes a metaphore for leaving and returning. Great imagery, it makes me want to be on the beach, too!
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