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I Watched the Tide Rise
lonely beach strolling
slow barefoot walking
the tide was low, like my mood
a marine layer of gloom
and distance
turning to the sea
i shivered in the breeze
letting frigid water blanket sandy toes
washing grains away so effortlessly
it seemed
tying rocks to my bones
rope circled my ankles
tightened and fastened
numb from the cold
nothing
i sat, and watched the ever growing tide
golden strands dipped in salty waves
the water began to hit me
but the rocks were buried under mud
heavy
at that moment, it clicked
as the sun peeked through the fog
maybe the ocean just wasn’t for me
my mind mislead me
mistakes happen
the water obeyed
my one wish, granted
so i stayed
until the water touched my lips
i had nothing more to say
enveloped in water, all but eyes
widened by the sight of ships
in the flickering gray
so free out there, while i began to sink
completely unaware
relax... i thought
breathe... i could not
the ships were gone
and i was done
the water had taken care of things
slow barefoot walking
the tide was low, like my mood
a marine layer of gloom
and distance
turning to the sea
i shivered in the breeze
letting frigid water blanket sandy toes
washing grains away so effortlessly
it seemed
tying rocks to my bones
rope circled my ankles
tightened and fastened
numb from the cold
nothing
i sat, and watched the ever growing tide
golden strands dipped in salty waves
the water began to hit me
but the rocks were buried under mud
heavy
at that moment, it clicked
as the sun peeked through the fog
maybe the ocean just wasn’t for me
my mind mislead me
mistakes happen
the water obeyed
my one wish, granted
so i stayed
until the water touched my lips
i had nothing more to say
enveloped in water, all but eyes
widened by the sight of ships
in the flickering gray
so free out there, while i began to sink
completely unaware
relax... i thought
breathe... i could not
the ships were gone
and i was done
the water had taken care of things
Published 18th Feb 2020
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19th Feb 2020 9:56pm
Brava, TTF! You so beautifully describe the ocean and shore and their many behaviors. A stark, melancholy theme indeed. Done in such a peaceful manner. Almost as if you are Ophelia, in Hamlet, describing her journey to the deep. You tricked me when you wrote, "maybe the ocean just wasn’t for me." I was thinking, PHEW, what a relief! And then you sink deeper and deeper,
29th Feb 2020 9:28am
Thank you Gahddess, I love hearing from you. Always so in depth with your responses. This is definitely a favorite of mine, and I’m glad you picked up on the vibe of it. I should look into Hamlet, I’m curious to see your connection to Ophelia. Hmm.. thank you, as always ❤️
