Wet sand was my view,
lined with shells of every beauty.
Waves crashed down to the shore,
kissing my feet calling me to their arms,
I ran into their embrace as they pulled me under,
and unearthed me over and over.
Laughing I splashed at the waves,
and they splashed at me back.
Teasing me with broken seashells,
to cut my tender feet.
We danced.
A contest entry
- short by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended December 31, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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The only thing I would suggest is removing some of the filler words - otherwise is a sweetly written piece.
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aaww. this is so lovely sis. and the ending was perfect for it. i love the sea terms used, makes it alluring! good luck and take care
love you, Stephanie ♥ -
Brilliant Jade!
I really liked this.
It describes a shore perfectly.
keep writing.
Ur shell sister,
Annie
ilywamh
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Wonderfull images.
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"unearthed me over and over"
Yes. I liked this image especially. I've always had a "thing" about the ocean...funny, when you consider I was born in Kansas & live in Oklahoma. Not many tides around here, 'xcept for those on the lakes. I've often compared the various phases of sorrow to the tide's ebb & flow; time doesn't heal the wound, yet as more time passes, it allows the good memories to flow back in, easing the pain. Dancing with the sea...I went to the west coast in 1996...I danced wildly, gathering sea shells...Good luck in Melissa's contest, Poet. 
Wanda
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