The wind rubbed my hair like a blissful brush,
kicking up the sand like it's lighter than dust,
forcing the waves to crash upon the shore,
annoying sounds I could not ignore,
as I wade in waist deep,
The brackish waters take me off my feet,
suddenly feels so cold,
The towel so far from hold,
leaving the water as I continue to freeze,
remembering a warm summer breeze.
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Your poem paints a great picture. I just wonder where you are. Are you at a lake or a marshy setting since you describe the water as brackish?
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery in your poem. The sensory detail really makes me feel like I'm there.
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