That’s love
Nikita Passmore 2003
I remember: it was as clear as night.
I remember swimming in the salty ocean.
Dived head first.
The ocean is something that I love.
But who doesn't love the ocean?
My told me "there are lots of people who will never ever love the ocean".
I yelled at her "you are wrong”
My mom said "there's nothing good about the ocean. It drowns sailors, kills innocent ones, wrecks ships".
I just stayed silent.
The ocean is something I respect. I know the ocean needs some alone time, so I gave it the time it needed.
I hoped that the ocean would look up to me.
I dive through the waves like no other.
My heart being cradled by the waves.
The ocean can be full of its home destruction
But somehow I am the only one who could understand its beauty and its hidden weakness like a loving person should.
I found it lovely how the waves softly crash against the rocks bench.
Their wonderful curling fingers brushing each stone gently like when a mother holds her very first newborn baby for the first time.
I loved how it destroyed sand castles in its way.
The wind picked up and ushered the shells gently towards shore along with a suitcase that only had a toothbrush and a comb.
"What is my ocean hiding from me"? I question.
The sun shone off the rippling water, its golden light, warped in twisted glass waves full of lies.
The moon is begging you stay alive.
No description can truly capture its mysterious majesty.
Yet somehow,
Only a few words can express it's true natural beauty and that's love.
About this poem
It’s a poem about how to love told by using the ocean as a metaphor since the ocean is a sacred place.
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Written on May 24, 2023
Submitted by nikitapassmore9 on May 24, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 1,495 |
Words | 304 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 4, 5, 4, 2, 2, 3 |
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