Standing in the chilling breaking waves
I found peace.
The insistent undertow pulling at my ankles, drawing me further into deeper water, only serves to remind me of my strength.
Determination keeps me nourished enough to resist.
My mind’s eye painted truth
and the answers
on a tired deserted stretch of sand.
The evening sun caressing the salty horizon
while retired seagulls sang their retired song.
Anticipation filling the body—hold your breath—
that perfect wave eternally timelessly out of sight…
Sand dunes poised with obligatory aura,
“No trespassing,” signs barely given a second glance.
The firecracker waves explode into white foam,
and defeated drag themselves to the sand soaked shore.
Forgotten lies the wave upon the back of its usurper.
Sometimes greater but always bringing new hope.
Long lazy lackadaisical shadows line the shore at dusk.
Still the waves break.
Author notes
it's not a new write--its' a prewrite *shrugs*
A contest entry
- beyond a wave by Melissa Gayle.
2000 points, ended September 30, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
how bout it?
Comments
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I appreciate the honesty (that it is a prewrite).
I think we have all watched the water and thought of our lives flowing with the tides.
Thank you for your entry. -
I love this stanza
My mind’s eye painted truth
and the answers
on a tired deserted stretch of sand.
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