warmups and excerpts

01/12/2019 - Poems I Turned In For a Grade

dance

i am the sea.
methodical, yet never
predictable
unless one knows me
like the wind.

a selfish creature, taking everything in
for myself
never satisfied,

i dance with storms and sand
leaving nothing
but my mistakes
and regret
behind

beg

i am the sea.
my body the fickle
and damaged waves

when i kneel and
bow my head,
i am a mirror,
accenting
and glorifying
the sun,
stars,
skies,
and sand

but i am left
stirred easily,
torn by the same things
i embellish

when my waves crash
and i am no longer still

when
i beg
and i plead
for the crack of lightning
and roar of electricity
surging
through my mind
to stop

i am left
with a slew of
wandering eyes,
pining again