whisperings and waves

[_sunsets64.]

Hey, so I haven't written any poetry in a few years, but I got inspired recently to write again, so I was wondering what you guys thought of this. Don't be afraid to tell me it sucks or that it's really weird--I really just wanted to write again, I guess, and to share it with other people, so here goes:


whisperings and waves

the wind whispers her warnings
as she runs among the rocks,
singing to herself
words she’s made up

“be careful” the wind hisses,
“don’t get so close”

but she pays no attention
and sprints to the edge,
toes pressing into the slippery wet crevices
of the age-old speckled boulders,

her feet spinning, her hands waving,
like the tentacles of an octopus;
her closed eyes see only the
orange shadow of the sun.

“watch out!” the wind calls
as she begins to stumble silently,
her toes slipping in between the cracks,
the speckled rocks no longer
shimmering in her shadow

and her arms leap up and back,
as if trying to escape,
and her eyes pop open wide,
just in time to see the sun swallowed up
by the swelling water,
as she crashes through

no more can she hear the
“i told you so,” of the wind,
or feel the heat of the sun tickle
the goose bumps on her skin

but her toes now bury themselves
in the sand, and her hands wave hello
to the minnows that create
a shimmering anklet for her

as the ocean gently rocks her to sleep
and whispers,
“goodnight.”

[_sunsets64.]

*some of the formatting didn't show up the way i wanted it too, but it's good enough