The endless sand surrounds me and wraps me in its grainy arms
pulling me towards it.
The sand absorbed all of the suns rays and warms my behind.
My hair is tangled in it.
My fingers thrust deep into it.
My toes wiggle, feeling the granules penetrate the spaces between them.
The wind wisps my face, the gulls fly near by, the ocean breaks and sighs and my hands now caress my things to get the blood rushing, surging.
My eyes look out towards the horizon.
The sad horizon of a lost world, left bare and sore.
My heart longs for the fading sun that is slowly dipping.
My feet start to move and drag my body towards the water.
It’s silent.
With a sigh I dip my feet into the ocean.
She embraces me and leaves a tingling freshness.
The sun departs and leaves the scene to be back soon.
A plane perforates the sky.
YOU ARE READING
With open eyes
PoetryThis is some of the poetry I composed for a class called; Poetry: Making it Strange. During the time I wrote this I was experimenting with form, type and content, but I am fond of these poems and wanted to share them.
