Sunday, July 17, 2011

Sweet Waves

sweet waves
ripple through her fingers
as she lies in its core
the sand caking to her skin
while she bathes.
The sun shines pearls
upon her chest
tattooing her in its realm
but she can not rest
she can not have peace
in the waves.

she stands
pulling wet hair from
her face
licking the salt from her lips
her blood to taste.
What has come of this world?
Why do tears drip
into the ocean?

She wraps her dress
around her thighs
and climbs upon a rock
a sturdy, solid rock
standing erect in the waves.
She lies upon the cold rock
letting the sun bake into her back
squeezing the cold stone against her breast.

She hears distant crying
crying echoing
floating above her.
She sits up
noticing the mountain walls surrounding her
and she hears the cries
from the mountain top
cries of sadness
for her.

She stands upon her rock
looking up into the sky
searching for Grace in the light.
The cries turn to howls
of victory as HE touches her
with his light
this world strengthening her.

She stands
upon the solid rock
legs, pale, wet, and bare.
She dips into the ocean
in a quick
fluent motion
kicking water into the air.
She hears the cries
of triumph
their energy soaking into her.

She twirls on the rock
the waves surround
legs, pale, bare
dance on cold stone
the waves rippling
into a symphony for her
dashing against the rock
water spraying above her.
In one single motion
she twirls
dips her leg into the water
kicking it out
bare in the light
causing the waves
to dance up into the air
surrounding her
on her rock
as she twirls
legs, pale, bare
in the light
in the waves
dancing for her.

one stop picture prompt challenge-final Sunday challenge
spectacular photography by Roise Hardy


  1. the carefree playfulness of the last stanza and the image of her dancing kicking the waves up into the air...

  2. My goodness... Brian mentions it.
    "She dips into the ocean
    in a quick
    fluent motion
    kicking water into the air."
    The lead into that passage, and the passage itself... brilliant. Thank you Laura Lynn. Great subtlety, literally at play.

  3. so sad she couldn't find peace in the ocean..but then the carefree mood of the last stanza after the howling and him, touching her and everything changed...beautiful

  4. I so love this piece... the pain, yet the energized carefree mood of the last stanza. A powerful transition, leaving the cries to continue into the abyss of him.