As I wade deeper into the cerulean waters.
With every step, I kick up a tornado around my heels,
Instigating a wild frenzy of frantic fish.
With colors parallel to those of the sand,
The fish appear to be transparent;
Shadows devoid of a subject.
Like “Memory Foam”, the sand molds around my foot
Concaving beneath my sinking toes.
Anxious not to descend into the depths of the Caribbean,
I scuttle to the left,
Disturbing a petite crab’s midday siesta.
Startled by the sight of this “sand flea”
I scamper towards the distant shore,
Towards the safety of the other tourists,
Ignorant of the splendor of a crab.
The last line is melancholic in a way that I think is hard for a lot of people to pull off. That's amazing.
ReplyDeletei liked the way that you showed me what was going on insted of telling me
ReplyDeleteI liked the imagery of the poem
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like the 8th line down from the top.
Rand Hillyer
I imagery and prose was perfect in this! My favorite part was:
ReplyDelete"Microscopic grains of sand weld themselves onto my sunburned calves
As I wade deeper into the cerulean waters.
With every step, I kick up a tornado around my heels,
Instigating a wild frenzy of frantic fish.
With colors parallel to those of the sand,
The fish appear to be transparent;
Shadows devoid of a subject.
Like “Memory Foam”, the sand molds around my foot
Concaving beneath my sinking toes.
Anxious not to descend into the depths of the Caribbean,
I scuttle to the left,
Disturbing a petite crab’s midday siesta.
Startled by the sight of this “sand flea”
I scamper towards the distant shore,
Towards the safety of the other tourists,
Ignorant of the splendor of a crab."
Made me feel warm and like I was on vaccation and able to relax and actually see the crab dancing around. Also all the similies and metaphors gave a very vivid sense of feel and sight. - Haiden Sloan
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