A Pocketful of Sand

“Greeting the Ocean” by deadpoet88

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I sat alone by the seashore
Waiting for the waves to catch me
And take me out to sea
Yet I felt a strange fear
Of being washed up on alien shores
And finding the emptiness that haunts me.

The sands were soft under my feet

As the sea would come to greet me
With a delightful coolness
And splash me when I least expected>
Leaving the taste of lingering salt on my tongue
And the rough sand clinging to my dress.

I danced a waltz with the ocean

Catching the water in the cup of my hand
As the waves rolled higher, engulfing more sand
And there was no one I wanted but you
To hold my hand as I walked on
Into the ocean to greet the highest wave.

I surrendered to the saline waters

Letting it play tug of war with my body
I watched the pebbles roll out beside me
Too feeble to resist the smoothing waves
And crab peeked through the salty liquid
Before being carried out to sea.

Then I found myself standing

As the waves crashed against me
And took me closer to peace
And I walked away from the salty sea
With an unexpected gift left by the ocean
A pocketful of sand and a smile on my lips.

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There is something about the ocean which draws me towards it. I guess most people must feel this way about the ocean, but I somehow believe that I have such a liking for it because I spent much of my childhood living near it. I didn’t visit it that often, but if I had known what a wonderful the sea is at that time, I’m sure I would’ve gone there every chance I had. Some of my earliest memories are about beaches, seashells, and the sound of the waves. Somehow I’m feeling kind of nostalgic about it. There is nothing like sitting in the water as the waves lap over you. I can just sit and listen forever.

The Edge

Flying

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I’m standing at the edge again,
Looking down and waiting,
For the slightest blast of wind
To sway me, convince me
Coax me over the jagged cliff,
Down to the waters below,
To meet the smoothened stones,
Crashing waves, my longing gaze,
And the sun is yet to be swallowed.

The cold stone is slippery,
Threatening to pull me down
Before my mind has been made up
It knows the turmoil within
The deepest crevice of my soul
It knows the strange calm
Quivering at the tip of my lips
Waiting for the wisp of a command
To either take the leap of courage
Or to turn away from my so-called fate.

The word lingers at the edge
Of consciousness, unfelt, unheard
Twisted by reason to mean nothing
But the feelings remain raw, untouched
The substance of dreams cannot be changed
Memories can be mutated in the mind
But the essence of each drop shall remain
All the while, the echoes shall lie
Forgotten in the deep dwelling of the soul
The soul that never existed.

The command has been whispered
I remain standing, unable to comprehend
Where life has brought me
Where I am to drift, as I have been drifting
Almost unconsciously, yet fully aware
I’ve been going as the wind takes me
How much further must I go?
The road is long and weary,
Twisting and turning,
The cliff is inviting,
One single slip
And it’s over
I’m falling
Caught
Alive
Am
I
?

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