Push,Pull
The rythmic sound of the waves
My feet,
Barefoot in the sands of time,
calm,
Salty sweet air,
Brushes away the hair
that has stuck to my face
in the gentle humidity,
This wondrous place.
Sand castles,
all around
Like a princess;
Who has found her crown.
Coming home,
into the oceans bed.
Deeply simple,
without any dread.
The currant pulling;
My heartstrings,
ever closer.
Deeper;
Into the water,
Weightless,
Sea of wonder.
Author notes
I used to lived a block from the ocean during my teenage years. Going to the beach every chance I had. The cool breeze on my face, wiping away any bad memories I had. It was the most wonderous feeling in the world. To be something so small, with something so large. Just things from my memories.
A contest entry
- About the ocean by Uglyblackdog.
450 points, ended June 3, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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I could feel myself on the beach with this one!!
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Please forgive me,so taken with the poem,I forgot to applaud.
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Wonderful poem,returning to a safer time,a place where you felt safe,I can so relate to this poem,well written.
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this is a beautiful and calming poem. I can see myself standing on the beach as I read this. excellent job with this poem. to be able to draw the reader into your poem like I was, is an amazing talent. you paint a wonderful picture with your words. I love it.
good luck in the contest
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You used the word "rythmic." Perhaps you meant to type "rhythmic?" Haha... see... I can do it too. :-P
But yeah... this was a very peaceful poem. I enjoyed the imagery a lot.
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I love this, warm wishes in the contest.
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I would totally be at the ocean any chance I had if I lived near. I love this because you are escaping everything else and going swimming. I love to swim in the river. It makes your troubles seem alright!
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