Here's a poem I wrote, what do you think?
I could feel seashells under my feet as I ran.
THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump
Faster – I need to go faster
I said to myself as I could feel a bead of sweat forming on my forehead.
I swung my legs as fast as I could,
The sand flying up behind me
As I ran.
THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump
I was almost to the top of the cliff
I thought smiling
There was the water, it was just in sight
Just out of reach.
THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump
I could smell the salt
And feel the breeze
As those seashells climbed to touch my feet
As I ran.
THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump
There was the edge
One more step
And then a l-e-a-p
I am flying…
And my heart starts to beat harder.
THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump
Then the water embraces me;
But again my head pops up on the surface.
And I am rushed back into reality
I look back up at the cliff and long to do it all over again.
THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump
From a grumpy old man... five times (plus) your age:
ReplyDelete__To the shy Goth in the back of the class, "keep seeing and writing; writing I've always considered my 'daily therapy,' It, allowing me to sort my thoughts more clearly."
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