Waves rolling up a shore, over rocks.
I am lost in thought, overwhelmed by my life my head hurts I lay back and feel it coming. I begin to lose consciousness of my surroundings. The green algea on the rocks Is slippery though I have no fear of falling. I stoop over and snatch up a small stone. My hand reels back and the rock skips three times before it sinks to the bottom. I sit down. The cool ocean air gently pulls the few strands of hair from my face. The sea salt coats my lips. The temperature begins to drop . I pull my legs up against my body. I have no worries. The rocks are soft and they feel good against my thighs. I am finally at peace.
I feel like I am at this place too. I like the last line. "I am finally at peace"
ReplyDeleteThis is really a nice piece. I especially like the images that made me feel like I was there as a reader, images like the reeling hand, or the salt water on the lips. I felt like this could have been a poem, and if you are interested, I'd be happy to go over the process of forming poetry, and the times when poetry is appropriate versus prose, or paragraphed writing.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Monica, I like the last sentence.
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