Gray skies swarming
tangling over each other -
arms over arms -
fingers tightly entwined.
Lightly tanned toes
sinking into the dark
soft sand
that the stormy air
has brought in.
Thick air -
rushing over my
exposed form
arms extended
swarming air -
only pulled apart
by shadowy skin
ocean rushing upon me
swallowing my legs
soon to consume the beach beyond me.
Hair pulled back.
Dampened intuition.
I walk to the salty waves
letting the strong current
pull me forth.
Author notes
Um... Well I was at the beach for a week, and I hadn't written then...
So I got back, so I wrote now 
There we go.
I'm not crazy about it - kinda choppy.
In a list
Be honest here.
Comments
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I love the imagery. The ocean is my favorite place.
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Perhaps you are a romantic?
The ocean is quite inviting
but I felt like I had died
when I got there
Because I saw a light at the end of darkness
when I emerged I began to cry
because death was kind of scary:
then my new mother smiled at me
and I recognized birth.
You created a nice poem.
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