Writing Warm-up: 8/4/ 2011

(Poetry Practice)

I loved her; heart racing, too hot

for normal breaths.

I’m comfortable, too uncomfortable for thoughts

Too clichéd for words and me.

I’m still waiting for the sea

To clash back, one wave and again

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow,

I’m still waiting for it to come back again.

She was beautiful too

amazing for my precence

And life.

She could care less

Smooth, calm, too cool

To listen to me

I’m still waiting for the shore

The waters too deep and long

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow,

I’m still waiting for it to come back again.

She was smart; I hardly knew her

Name.  

Cold like ice. But she never melted.

She never spoke.

Once.

I’m still waiting for the day

The darkness retains its bulky wetness

Ebb and flow, ebb and flow,

I’m still waiting for it to come back again.