Sun rays

descend

bright and warm

My visage

comfortable

and snug

My hair

dances

in the wind

My dress

flutters

incandescently

Cool waters

Sweep sand

off of my feet

Crabs scuttle

hurriedly

funny things

Gull squawks

reverberate

here and there

I wade into water

shivering

but content

Hours pass

the sky now orange

a beautiful sight

The warmth

fades 

long gone

The cold

sets in

after

Time passes anew

sky's now dark

but benevolent

Luna smiles

tranquil

untroubled

I am tired

drowsy

drained of energy

I walk in water

delicately

farther more

I lay face up

waves carry me

effortlessly

My body wanders

into the sea

sedately

Winds pick up

intensely

vigorously

I remain

oblivious

asleep

Lightening

strikes

intensely

My body

intact

still asleep

I stir

agitated

and quiver

Water rushes

swirling

swallowing me

I'm drowning

going under

still asleep

The whirlpool

pulling me

down

Water engulfs me

my eyes open

one last time

Poignant smile

on my features

bittersweet

I lay arms

gracefully crossed

Eternal rest awaits me

05/05/2021

Author's Note: This poem is a result of a poetry challenge between a fellow poetry writer, Rob and I.

 My part of  the challenge was to write a poem free form with line breaks whilst Rob writes a poem in stanzas. Our deadline for the challenge is on Saturday, May 8th, 2021. This poem was pretty challenging for me, as it is not my usual style of poetry writing. I found myself constantly worrying if I was going against the challenge's rules, but this is the end result, and I hope that I stayed true to the challenge. I had a lot of fun writing this, so let me know what you think!

As with my first poem, "She Was Like...," there is a twist. In "She Was Like...," the poem was pretty short (as compared to my other poems) and the twist was in the last stanza and was very direct to the point. In this poem, "The Beach," the tone starts off light and reminiscent. It shows the narrator spending her day at a beach, all alone. The poem describes the setting and how the day passes, but once night falls, things take a rather dark turn. The narrator takes in the world around her, and drowns themselves. Unlike the twist in "She Was Like...," this poem's twist is described in much more detail and length.