Casher Belinda
D. Grollmus
English 50
March 15, 2012
Sand arises in the powerful ocean winds, as a sudden calamity has been interrupted.
“HA!” I laugh giddily next to my friends, and we run, full with adrenaline, down the coast.
A shoreline horizon once more blends with two fires as we bask in summer’s strong heat,
and the day’s horizon fall’s twice with an aura consisting of every shade of orange.
Finally spent on a day full merging through cool sea waters, I roll over
in a musty bead of hot sand, and fall asleep.
Never have I been so sweetly lulled
by a creeping tide and a light,
mellow rain.
Few turtles and many crabs
try and escape up the nearby bank.
The awkwardly cool water smells
of such a refreshing salt, never found
on restaurant tables. The current
carries a foaming sea so close
to my mouth!
The crushing pressure
of the waves creates
so unique a sound, none
can ever interpret.
All light, even the stars
seem to be clouded.
While many have
had similar bed-time
bragging stories
in the past,
Never have they
Included such
Comfortable
Sleeping
Arrangements.
(I know we were supposed to just write observations, but I got kind of carried away and turned my observations into a poem. I thought it would be fun to write about a nuclear explosion experienced in paradise, so to speak. I tried to use as much concrete language as possible, but strayed into using free form and writing a poem in the shape of a mushroom cloud. I think there are at least ten observations though, sorry if it this is not sufficient for the assignment.)
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