The Wave
Crisp
crashing
cold
an interlude
from you
The pebbles
pulled back and
forth
like side stepping nails
white froth
an interlude
from you
The sun like
A camellia
for her
Crisp
Cold
drops
flicking on her face.
An interlude
from you.
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Author's Note
This poem is part of a collection of poems I am currently working on called The Beach Poems dedicated to Annie Dillard written on the shore of Duxbury Beach in Duxbury, MA, my hometown. This collection examines how place helps define memory, focusing on the memories of growing up on the beach, the emotions and exploration of girlhood-childlike fragility captured in memory for a moment
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Interesting form. *
I enjoyed the "crisp/crashing/cold" wave and the breaks in-between.
Good mix of imagery and form. Really like the echo.
Thanks guys and gals!
I really wanted to reflect the repetitive nature of the wave crashing over and over