An Ocean Dance

An Ocean Dance

 

Into the ocean waves

Cascading water tunnels a shade.

On her board she’s most alive,

Within a wave is where she thrives.

Nothing else matters,

Except droplets which splatters

Her sun-kissed face.

She’s keeping her emotions at bay.

Or at least she’s trying to.

Yet, she feels her truth

While at one with the ocean,

She ponders her devotion.

This is her chance--

Her chance, her dance.

There was clearly something riding,

And it wasn’t just her board rising.

Her inner self searched for more,

Her very heart implored.

In the distance she saw a huge wave,

Exhilarated, her heart raced.

The wave was making it to her,

But then, she awakes to bed sheets in blur.

Oddly, she feels refreshed,

Rejuvenated in her soul… at rest.

Looking over, she sees her wheelchair,

Smiling, she’s aware… that’s her surfboard over there.

The wave now encircled her in abundance;

She knows she must live out her own dance.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

March 30, 2021

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Melinda. This is a masterpiece. You allowed the reader to feel and understand every word.
"Looking over, she sees her wheelchair,
Smiling, she’s aware… that’s her surfboard over there.
The wave now encircled her in abundance;
She knows she must live out her own dance."
I loved the above lines and thank you for sharing your amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for your review. I appreciate you.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Melinda.

[John Cardwell]

Beautiful poem. Vivid in its detail - I could almost taste the salt. Thanks for sharing!

[Melinda McQueen]

Thank you for reading. God bless.