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Does No Justice

There is no way to describe

the lapping, crashing stormy waves

The height of the waves

do no justice

Pictures and videos and all that “technological advancement”

do no justice

The touch of another’s skin after being in the waves

do no justice

There is no way to describe

the lapping, crashing stormy waves

To describe the waves as a rolling pin over my back as dough

does no justice

To describe the waves as a chest bump from a quarterback

does no justice

To describe the waves as powerful as the lost of gravity

twisting,

and turning,

and pulling,

does no justice

To describe the waves as walking through waist deep snow

does no justice

To describe the waves as a million chiropractors all working their magic

does no justice

To describe the waves as a sand storm because of all the debris it contains

does no justice

To describe the waves as shouts from a mass of teenage girls at a Taylor Swift concert

does no justice

To describe the waves as a drink of water after a long, hot, hard day’s work

does no justice

To describe the waves as a roller coaster after the long wait in line

does no justice

Sometimes,

the best things in life

can’t be explained

they can only be experienced.

You can tell me all you want about

rolling pins

and quarterbacks

and chiropractors

but I still wouldn’t know a darn thing about the waves.

Maybe it’s better that way

for words not being able to

quantify

and classify

and categorize

and generalize

these special things such as

the lapping, crashing stormy waves.

One thing that I can tell you about the waves

is that I had a lovely time playing in them.

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The Moment Backwards

Clothes soaked, hair flinging water droplets, they stomp up to the shore

With every passing second more and more goose bumps crowded onto her skin

Laughter and water fights burst in to the summer night air

Like the popping of bubble gum, loudly and messy she came up for air

Under there the world was murky, yet serene. Small, yet alive

Masking her rationality and embracing her foolish bravery, she plunged

She stood there contemplating when the other girls cheered her on or called her chicken

She watched as the girls ahead of her swam, only heads showing, with their clothes hugging their frames

One by one they dunked their smiles beneath and came up spurting for the others to do the same

Running awkwardly and giggling at their own spontaneity they charged into the mildly rough sea

The girls shared a common sneaky glance and the decision was made without a word

She dipped a toe, then up to her ankle and called back to the others that it was warm

Sun setting, towels and swimsuits too far up at the house. This was too perfect of a moment to not live in.


Inspired by NaPoWriMo’s 28 prompt of writing a story backwards in a poem. Last day of NaPoWriMo! This year with no challenge!

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