Poetry / Ocean
The waves moving in and out
Smell the salt in the air
Feel the warm sand on my feet
Power to give and take
It fills my heart with peace
The sounds echo in my ears
Bringing me to where I need to be
My soul begins to stir
Waves crashing upon the shore
My worries and troubles
Washing away with the waves
Leaving hope and strength
Among the sand and shells
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It is a nice, simple poem about a very big word. I do not think you succeeded in your criteria for making others see the images or feel as you did. I saw and felt, but I grew up on the water. The poem worked well for me because you did not attempt to describe, leaving the canvas clean to use my own images. But that is where it falls short. For someone who has never seen the ocean I believe your descriptions are too lean. ”Waves crashing” is a fairly stock line. ”Smell the salt air”...well, how does salt air smell if you have never had the chance? I think you did succeed somewhat in sharing the meditative, relaxing quality of watching waves come ashore. The poem is lean enough, a few more descriptive pages and it would still fit intio that dress.
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