Poems

Myrtle

Myrtle

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I wake up to a sky of night,

hearing a mild howl of wind swaying the waters of the deep.

I hear the plead of the moon lit sky,

looking for peace and quietness.

The hours are long and restless till the break of dawn.

I cannot stand to be away from such a sight.

I slip on my shoes and follow the beat.

This path is rigid and smooth, but gritty and soft.

I kick off my shoes enjoying the quicksand as it engulfs me alive.

The beat I hear is the beat I see, smell taste and love.

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It is in the air around me, swiftly drifting by my every move.

I reach the water front were my feet are carried away by a mini wave of hydration.

The saltiness of it all takes me away into my own world.

Looking down at the cool touch of moving water,

I see something unbelievably, irresistible to touch.

A cone like object with jagged edges, every point nearly dull.

Colors of white and brown mix into a rhythmic caramel shade.

Examining this object was rather fun, until I found a small frightened creature inside its cave.

Peering around the spiral, looking at me, I peered back astonished in its curiosity.

Life this small is entirely dangerous, so I found a safe spot under the pier and let him go.

The farther I walked, exotic shells became more frequent.

All different shapes and sizes, colors and textures

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Such beauties created in the sea should be marveled as such that they are.

The morning sun awakens and dances on the tide

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The shine is like a beam of light, spreading as far as the eye can see.

The morning clouds slowly move about, slowing the movement of the tide.

More beings slowly move in, filling the sand and colorful umbrellas.

Satisfied, I leave and go back to the hotel.

Filling my day with plans, hoping tomorrow I may come back to my peaceful world.