Adolescence

on the spot

The raging tides seem to remember me; our fond memories seem to overwhelm it and I,

I am standing here in the sandy shoreline; holding on by only our memories,

The water seems to hug my feet, the sand; welcoming my toes,

I stare out onto the now faded sun, setting over yonder,

My eyes trace the shape of her head as she dips down low, under the growth,

My hands lay limp by their sides, scared to touch my face,

I grieve the loss of my youth,

I welcome my adolescence,

I embrace maturity as it comes from the ocean, the smell like a warm blanket over me,

I sit, slightly close to the roaring ocean, although it has died down some,

I think about everything there, in my youthfulness,

Everything I’ve ever done, and won’t ever be able to do again,

I think as the sun dips completely, unseen now in her nighttime garments,

The moon is coming; I can see the tip of his head, then his two eyes, his nose,

And then, I see his smile, and I am silent, as I’ve always been in his presence,

The moon, he makes me still,

He makes no sounds come out of my mouth,

I am sitting, by the shoreline, my toes buried deep in the sand,

The tides rolls in, out, in,

I inhale, exhale, inhale,

I am looking over the ocean; the moon spells out his presence on the surface,

My head tilts slightly; drowsiness overcomes me,

I am almost closing my eyes but am afraid if I do, the moment will be gone forever,

And then the moon will never be found,

And I’ll truly be lost in all of the colors of the sky,

I am still sitting but I am thinking about standing because sand is inside the nooks and crannies of my toes and I feel uncomfortable,

So I stand,

Brushing the sand off my body and clothes, I look at the stars,

I listen to the wind,

The wind seems to be whispering secrets to the trees; if only I could listen,

And then I shout out to the wind, as if it can hear me,

Can it?

“Hey, tell me!

Why don’t you tell me your secrets?

I promise I won’t give them away”

The whistles went through the cracks of the tree branches,

The trees danced the way the wind directed of him to,

“The stars hold all the secrets of the world,

It’s not fair that we don’t get to.”

The trees seemed to moan,

The wind reassured the trees, caressing each of their tense necks,

“It’s alright,

Don’t worry; soon, we’ll hold all the knowledge,

And then we’ll see about them stars.”

The trees nodded their heads, all agreeing,

“Yes, but, what if the stars abuse their power?”

The wind seem to go all the way up to the stars, coming back down again, whispering something along the lines of,

“Oh, sweet trees of mine, the stars are only the best keepers of secrets there ever was”

“Don’t you have any doubts?”

The trees cut through,

With the wind’s booming laugh, the trees shook and their memories fell like sparkling apple cider being poured into a wineglass,

I can hear how the trees shake,

The sound of glass splintering,

Making a really wonderful sound,

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I am standing on the shoreline and I’m turning around,

Walking; baby steps to adolescence.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[PoeticChico]

What a wonderful and captivating piece you were able to write, it is great what you accomplish. I love that is very descriptive and the flow is just perfect. A great coming of age piece, just great. Thanks for sharing :)

[Emily]

I really like that first line!
Very nice poem!
Keep it up!